The ceiling is caving in
It's all I have to help me bump
Feeling the weight of the ceiling
Caving in on me and my dreams
In my head, in my bed
I can lay here and pretend to sleep
I can lay here and pretend to sleep
So you think I'm dead
Maybe you will skip this house
When we storm through town
I can stay alive if I try my best
To keep my head straight down in this bloody mess
So you think I'm dead
The bullets
are flying high
Overhead
It's the last thing
I remember
From my bed
And then the shots
Came down
From the sky
I thought they were
Helping
Them
And then they hit
This guy
Is this the last thing
That I'll have on my mind?
How I can escape this hellish time?
