Oh no,
I'm dying wrong
I can read it in
The whites
And the thing is
I knew it before
I re-open my eyes
And if I didn't know
To be afraid
The faces made me sure that I do now
As I sit and wait
As I sit and wait
Oh no,
I'm dying wrong
But I'm still laying here
Alive
With a black spot
On my arm
And so calm, I look inside
And I see the things
I always knew
But wasn't sure until now
That if it comes to claim
That if it comes to claim