Exit Wounds

We see what you do You're not even hiding Another head turned Another day passing There is no justice from these tiny windows It's all on your hands It's all on your hands It's all on your hands We see through the exit wounds And in the home you hollowed out Do you think they'd spare room for you? This ugly world The past is all re-written One foot's in the grave The other's wrapped in satin You'll say it's what we want You'll promise more compassion I hope their faces haunt your dreams How can you sleep with a Burning body at your door step But you will look away Burning body at your door step But you will look away