Massacre

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