I saw you coming up, real fucking slow You've got nothing to prove and you've got no where to go In your massacre I hear you talking, but you've got nothing to say I've got my finger on the trigger, gonna blow you away In your massacre Say it isn't so, oh I know, I know you know You're dying Tonight you know it just ain't right Give me something to spare your life tonight Your blood on my hands Broken conscience, Broken man You're wrong Tonight you know it just ain't right Give me something to spare your life tonight