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