Welcome to Dead House

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, till 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 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



Credits
Writer(s): Bill Graffeo
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