I wrote this story so many days ago
and the words kept falling onto pages.
Without the loss we can't go on
and with the loss we became strong.
It's how it is
as we stare it down.
Oh my god do I think that this is the end of everything
When everything inside wants me to feel like this is normal.
And in the quiet
the silence screams aloud
And the panic resides along our inners.
And with the tragedy we go
pushing the hell so far below.
Desperate hands cover my face.
So stay calm this way in case we’re needed for emergency.
And if we are we’ll be prepared for action.
This is how it's supposed to be.
This is how it's supposed to be
Somebody better call a doctor.
Somebody call a doctor
And maybe this could be the end of everything
that we want
(Don't panic!)
And from a distance it seems that the water will wash panic away.
Oh my lord, believe.
There’s no need for emergency
but in case there is, distract it.
This is how it's supposed to be.
This is how it's supposed to be
Somebody better call a doctor.
Somebody call a doctor
And maybe this could be the end of
everything that we want
(Don't panic!)
And from a distance it seems that the water will wash panic away.
The Water (water)
Will wash
Panic (panic)
Away (Away)
If this is the great descent,
I won’t be running for the exits
If this is the great descent,
I won’t be running for the exits