IRC-Galleria

I see myself there waiting by the roadside,
Laid claim to nothing, 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 have been one of the 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.

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