Dr. Acula
Single • 2022
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 to 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 a 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
Submitted by NecroLord — Feb 25, 2026
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