My windows are open, why is this city so loud? When the chaos is over, what the hell will we do now? Kickin' and screamin', I just wanna find a way out My hearts barely beatin', I'm just tryna move through this crowd I'm so tired of feelin' so weak I may not be dyin', but it seems to be killin' me The streets have been cryin', but nobody's hearin' the sound The voices on TV have drawn a line straight through this town This dirt-covered ceilin' can't hear you when you're underground Your pain, I can feel it, I wish I could just tune it out I'm so tired of feelin' so weak My body's exhausted, but my mind can't fall back asleep I hide from sickness I can't see I may not be dyin', but this year's has been the death of me ♪ I may not be dyin', but this year's been the death of me