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