E.R.

Two tables in front of me, both support a body

Life is holding tight, but losing its grip inside this lobby

a head wound that looks severe, puncture holes by his ear

His eyes are wide open and he's enveloped in fear

Why'd they bring you HERE? I JUST LOST a patient

And the person next to you, I hope lives to be a patient.

What kind of a person shoots kids? I hope he killed himself

GET THESE TWO PREPPED.....while I go and prep myself.

I don't know who has the other, but I have the first victim

Who has two bullets in his head that somehow didn't kill him.

...

I flip on my saw to the sound of his rhythmic pulse

Everything's gonna be ok as long as I hear his rhythmic pulse

The nurse deciphers vital signs, I begin to cut the dotted lines

But I soon find that the bullets might have to stay on his mind.

The beeps quicken and my hands start to glisten

,DON'T DO THIS TO ME, nurse, NURSE his rate's risen

I'm doing all I can as I hear the beep sustain

This monotone drew pictures of his parents in my brain

As my nurse does CPR I pulled my gloves off in defeat

His heart won't start back up, so I need to take a seat

He was just a child, he had life to look forward too

Now I have giving the news to his parents to look forward too

Step through the door, WHOAH, I almost ran into James

What's this? A sheet of paper holding 6 names

It looks like two families .....wait, is this...?

"Yeah"

Well, who's who and which one is for you?

NO, I'm not doing yours, it was assigned to you.

"Well now it's appointed to you, now I got another patient"

I hate this, now I have to hurt four faces.

Four sets of tears, four sets of grief

Four sets of anger as they attempt to disbelieve.

...

Mr. and Mrs. Jackson, I'm sorry to have to say

But your son Charles, 5 minutes ago passed away

I give you my sympathies and I wish I never had to say this

gently tell your daughter she wont have a brother to play with

I can see the confliction as they try to remain calm

By the looks in their eyes, they expected for him to be gone

But to lose your son, that's not an easy thing to manage

I'm branded by the stares as I administer out this damage

We're never stranded on this plane of human existence

And it's always difficult when life gives us resistance

So the ultimate hindrance is death, and I hate when he visits

He takes advantage of the world, always stretching his limits.

...

As I show them into the room, I leave them alone with their son

I have to go back into the lobby so I can talk to the Robinsons

...Straight to the point...

Your son's alive and well, he's now resting in his bed

But the bullets tore through his left arm and his left leg

The damage was so severe, I'm sure you both know....

Well what I'm trying to say is they amputated them both.

Two harsh scowls, streaked with harsh tears

The harsh hate in their eyes confirmed their worst fears

They told me he was an athlete, a champion, one of the best

Said I stole that away from him, said he would prefer death

We if that's how you feel, then you don't love your son

I just left two parents who'd wish that yours was their son

their kid is gone now, and you two have lost your mind

You're actually mad because death left you son behind.

 I'm leaving now, but you can see him appreciate his amputation

By the way, I wasn't the one who performed his operation.

...

I wish it wasn't so, but I'm getting use to this

Living in a world that's dominated by violence

So I've learned to play my part, this is my cursed role

The only comfort I find is looking at the payroll.