I see myself there waiting by the roadside
Laid claim to nothing but a black
bag and the attire I stand in
No name, no history
Just a target on my temple
and a hole in my head
I couldÂ’ve been one of kings
The shell of a boy of the
man that I used to be
A monkey in a man suit
I stand here as nothing to
you
Wind me up and watch me go
Lay down your guns
Cut me from ear to
ear
Eye for an eye
The glass is long gone broken
I walk this road alone
No
thanks to you
Load up your six-shot baby
Put it to my head
Pull the trigger,
blank IÂ’d figured
Put it to me, dead
Lay your guns down let me die
(scars)
Why canÂ’t you just let me die (donÂ’t)
Lay your guns down let me die
(heal)
Why canÂ’t you just let me die (when)
Lay your guns down let me die
(you keep)
Scars donÂ’t heal when you keep cutting
Always cutting
Cutting
deeper
Always deeper
Scars donÂ’t heal when you keep cutting