The ceiling is caving inIt's all I have to help me bumpFeeling the weight of the ceilingCaving in on me and my dreamsIn my head, in my bedI can lay here and pretend to sleepI can lay here and pretend to sleepSo you think I'm deadMaybe you will skip this houseWhen we storm through townI can stay alive if I try my bestTo keep my head straight down in this bloody messSo you think I'm deadThe bulletsare flying highOverheadIt's the last thingI rememberFrom my bedAnd then the shotsCame downFrom the skyI thought they wereHelpingThemAnd then they hitThis guyIs this the last thingThat I'll have on my mind?How I can escape this hellish time?
