I’m just an accessory to your crime
Did I make you look as good?
Holding me by your bleeding throat
I can taste your open wounds
Nevermind my shirtsleeve’s stained
Or the cameras caught my face
All that matters is that you’re hidden
And I’ll take the ultimate blame
I’m just another victim to your lineup
But the yellow tape’s on my lips
To stop me from leaving a clear outline
Where you left me facedown stiff.