Trapped, nowhere to go No one to help, no one to know The voices always bothered me I know they're not there Still I hear them everyday They tell me "Bring us corpses" And i do so For i fear if i don't They will hurt me If i dont listen They tell me "Cut!" And i do so out of fear They send me visions of what to come I'm standing on my porch I see a mushroom cloud in the distance Then i learn, this is how I die