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 could'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 I'd figured

Put it to me, dead

Lay your guns down let me die (scars)

Why can't you just let me die (don't)

Lay your guns down let me die (heal)

Why can't you just let me die (when)

Lay your guns down let me die (you keep)

Scars don't heal when you keep cutting

Always cutting

Cutting deeper

Always deeper

Scars don't heal when you keep cutting