There's a riot going on outside
and paralyzed, I'm in my bed
I'm hemorrhaging from my mind.

I'm growing tired of trying to find
a reason I should not be dead
There's a riot going on outside,

And slowly I'm becoming blind
from images inside my head
I'm hemorrhaging from my mind

But thoughts of you aren't left behind
quite opposite, they're glowing red
There's a riot going on outside.

They're taking every blow in stride
but would you answer if I said,
I'm hemorrhaging from my mind?

Bullets ricochet from limestone grime
I'm stuck within these walls, instead.
There's a riot going on outside
I'm hemorrhaging from my mind.

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