Dead

Go home to your death
Living life's last breath
Waiting for your final say
Imprisoned 'till the end of your days

Giving in, losing all hope
Wanting to die
My past and future are about to
Collide

Tell me, tell me how it should be
Tell me what you want from me
Tell me, tell me how it should be
Tell me what you want from me

Now as you're done, your life is too
You need a hand to pull you through
Just like when I needed you
This time we'll tell you what to do