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