Put down all your weapons Let me in through your open wounds Put down all your weapons Let let let let me in through your open wounds Put down all your weapons (all your weapons) Let me in through your open wounds Put down all your weapons (all your weapons) Let me in through your open wounds Alias: You got the coal and the ash in your hands Fire in your heart but no master plan Burn through your bridges, everybody ran Destroy friendships like nobody can Turn off the faucet, you try to force it Stumble to save it, but then you lost it Own first weapon, everybody's steppin' Get far away, but "Who you reppin'?" Sadly it's us, but when you bust Sounds recycled, stop being rushed Kick it with it, don't want to kick it with if you know more, google it or wik it Dead on description, my prescription Quit cold turkey, my affliction Flaming, sinking over and over Break the chains of constant friction Waving goodbye, take off and fly Another friendship is going to die Add it to the pile, it won't be the last Stir up that, unless you break your cast Never your fault, always theirs List of complaints, nobody cares Washing my hands truth be damned Keep this wish, you'll sing to the sand Run the course, what's the source of inspiration cause you sound forced Open wound closed, double band-aid On my toes now, with my plans made Connections cut, gates are shut Done with this, no if's and's or but's Do me a favor, save the ground Shut your mouth, or put your weapons down. Put down all your weapons (all your weapons) Let me in through your open wounds (quiet) Put down all your weapons (all your weapons) Let me in through your open wounds (open wounds... open wounds... open wounds... open wounds)