Walked across the street on a bleak Friday;
Unsuspected, I didn't hear them say
Telling me to get out of the way.
The warnings cried out to me.
Ironically I didn't see,
With the music blaring in my ears,
Half of a half-life cut through my years,
Telling me I'll die today.

A bumper crashes into my side.
Amid the street, others collide.
I'm broken from my stride.
The spectators cried out to me.
Ironically I didn't see,
With the music blaring in my ears.
Half of a half-life cut through my years;
This morning I said I'll die today.

Like an angel I fly
As the fog passes me by.
What if this is all a lie?
I think to myself alone
As the world hums in drones;
The media spoke about me,
Broken and unable to flee.
With the music blaring in my ears
Half of a half-life intercepted my years
They tell me that I'll die today.

Blood is scattered across to pavement.
Cracked my skull upon the cement.
Imbeciles asking me if I'm all right,
As I gaze up into the night.
I cannot seem to reply,
With my breath cut in a sigh.
It hurts to fall,
And even more to die.
With the whispers in my ears,
My youth raped from my years;
Telling me I'll die today.
Telling me I'll...