Suicide Silence

Flying so high
You look up at him, you look at me
Even if I could fly, you look at me
Flying so high
So, you look up at your maker, you're almost gone
You're almost there, You're almost gone
I won't be nothing, turn back!
Closed your eyes because you looked so terrified
Don't look down, look and see
We have never been in a locked off heart-attack, this is our deathbed