D.O.A.

Laying here looking at the ceiling Someone lays a sheet across my chest Something warm is flowing down my fingers Pain is flowing all through my back I try to move my arms and there's no feeling And when I look I see there's nothing there The face beside me stopped it totally bleeding The girl I knew has such a distant stare I remember We were flying along and hit something in the air I remember We were flying along and hit something in the air Then I looked straight at the attendant His face is pale as it can be He bends and whispers something softly He says there's no chance for me I remember We were flying along and hit something in the air I remember We were flying along and hit something in the air Life is flowing out my body Pain is flowing out with my blood The sheets are red and moist where I'm lying God in Heaven, teach me how to die I remember We were flying along and hit something in the air I remember We were flying along and hit something in the air