I took the medication but I still can't get to sleep
It's hard to turn it off, what to let go and what to keep
A reoccurring nightmare, rolling downhill with no brakes
With all these gallant men so loved and then die burning at the stakes
And they got nowhere to go
Wishing time would fly and that is why
It always moves so slow
When it started who could know
That the bottom would be so low
My poor father must be rolling in his grave
There's not sane defense to make sense of all this mess we've made
It's a Code-C lockdown, feet up on the bathroom stall
An AR-15 with eyes of green is strolling down the hall
And they got nowhere to go
Wishing time would fly and that is why
It always moves so slow
When it started who could know
That the bottom would be so low