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Code blue, she's already dead
He's at home asleep in their bed
Buried in disease I'm on my knees
I watched the light turn dark in her eyes
Felt forever turn into lies
Screaming in panic "Doctor, help her please"

Grab a gun and a bottle
Don't think I'll make it to tomorrow
It's not safe, I can't hear my thoughts
Swinging down as the devil taunts

Close the goddamn door
Close the goddamn door

An empty gurney and a plastic chair
I can still see her lying there
It all ends and starts with death
What the fuck have I got left?

Grab a gun and a bottle
Don't think I'll make it
Grab a gun and a bottle
Don't think I'll make it
I won't make it
Grab a gun and a bottle
Don't think I'll make it
Grab a gun and a bottle
Don't think I'll make it
I won't make it

That's the sound of death
Taking her last breath
That's the sound of death
Taking her last breath