Gonna kill us all. 



Oh Sheena kneels 

And prays over the graves, 

And wishes of her god 

To be so brave. 

The roses she had picked 

Fall from her hand, 

Onto the ground which 

Will soon hold her and 



Sheena Bella, 

Sheena Bella. 



Oh Sheena Bella walks, 

And Sheena Bella strays. 

Oh fetal Sheena 

Counts off her last days 

The colors of the grass, 

The shadows on the floor, 

The precious things that she 

Had no time for 



She was only 4 years old, 

She was barely 4 years old. 



Sheena Bella 

Sheena Bella 

Sheena Bella 

Shenna Bella 



Gonna kill us all. 

Gonna kill us all.