Do I run, or lay down and die? Is it time to close my eyes? Everywhere I look these vultures burn the life right outta me Close the curtains, cash me in Gather photographs of the devil you let in Digging deep inside my soul I don't know where to turn

You're killing me, you're killing me Doctor, please, give me a dose of the American Dream Put down the pen and look in my eyes We're in the waiting room and something ain't right All this is on you, we're over prescribed Doctor, your medicine, and your

If you don't like it Then try it Out here looking for the good life I'll believe it when I see it Tongue in my cheek and your back in my knife I keep pushing through, my eyes right on you Everyone says you should get away, fast as you can But I know

Is that alright? To look right in my eyes To tell me you love me To be by my side At the end of my life At the moment I die Life is so simple A little boy, a little girl