They're 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

On to the ground which

Will soon hold her



Sheena Bella



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



They're gonna kill us all