It's 1 PM and I just woke up I should have gone to bed much earlier It's just so hard when your inner clock ignores the Sun And a moment of uninterrupted peace is what you yearn for I haul my sorry self downstairs Still only half awake and barely even ten percent alive They make the same old jokes, but I don't really care They don't know what it's like to be so close, and yet so far behind Wait, there, further down the hall A pool of red from underneath the door It's Simpson, a tenant like the rest Vacant, with an ice pick in his chest Stricken down in cold-blooded murder With not a clue of who’s to blame I blinked my eyes and my world was shattered Was it my destiny to see the death of Simpson Father and mother Someone call for aid He's losing blood and he is fading, fading quickly From the mortal realm I'm sorry son, the telephone Won't work, he can't be saved I can't believe my own eyes This horrid act of brutal homicide Poor Simpson A tenant just like us From ashes To ashes, dust to dust Stricken down in cold-blooded murder With not a clue of who’s to blame We blinked our eyes and our world was shattered Is it our destiny to share the fate of Simpson Looking on in disbelief Still reeling from the gruesome scene I hear the sound of little feet and My heart is torn into pieces It's Simpson’s one and only daughter She only just turned six Curiosity turns into horror As she notices This act of brutal homicide Struggle To find the words to say Buckle Underneath the weight of Simpson Broken The thoughts inside her head Chosen Not to understand what's happened Struggle To find the words to say Buckle Underneath the weight of Simpson Broken The thoughts inside her head Chosen Not to understand that he's been Stricken down in cold-blooded murder With not a clue of who’s to blame She blinked her eyes and her whole world was shattered Is it our destiny to disappear Left to wonder What misfortune Could befall them now