Bazi Owenz - Ground Zero Lyrics

I'm made for this, calculated risk, mental aptitude,

Resilience, this is what I do,

Off New York to get my stripes ,

More pilots the passengers on my flight,

I touched down, its looking like a ghost town ,

Not a soul in sight, Just a hum from the street lights,

Foggy alleys, PD patrolling the night,

I check into my room , but I'm up at five,

I step foot on the ICU, I can't believe my eyes,

Dead bodies everywhere , the morgue is at capacity,

Freezer trucks is backing in,

Black body bags, transport is back again,

I am perplexed,

So I go and read the facts again, what the f*ck are we missing ,

Like, ain't no treatment is working, why the people not living,

Chest moving like accordions, fighting for every breath,

I'm praying this ain't how the story ends,

I beget life yet they drowning to death ,

Bodies goes limp, we rush to intubate,

I go and grab the tray, then the doctor yell sedate,

Open the floodgates to mercy and pain,

I'm having personal anguish for these capital gains,


MD: DROP THE HEcD WE'RE REcDY

Nurse1: Here's the Glideslope?


MD: Yea, whose got the prop


Nurse1: I do, Propofol is in and here's the Rocuronium, Sir, we're at seventy-four percent sir

Nurse3: Family is calling for an update.

MD: OK...(SIGH) I'm having a hard time visualizing the airway.

Nurse1: We're at thirty-nine percent sir

MD: Shit, he's got a difficult airway

Nurse2: Somebody page RT!


MD: I GOT IT, I got it, I'm already in , GIVE ME SOME

CcP! _(pause) _cRE WE GOOD?

Nurse3: The second crash-cart is almost empty!

Nurse1: No sir, and were at seventeen percent


MD: *sigh* let's go down to a 7.5 - Turn that screen let me see (pause)

Nurse1: Sir we're at zero percent

MD: I'm in...Lets up the vent settings,

Nurse3: I got O2 at one-hundred and a PEEP of fourteen

RT2: What do you want for tidal volume?

MD: Let's do a tidal volume of four-fifty

Nurse2: Look at the monitor!

MD: cghhh, shit , he's bradying' down. IS THcT REcL?? Can I get a pulse check?

Nurse1: Pulse check is real, sir his heart rate is thirty-two


Nurse2: I got ten of Epi going in.

Nurse1: We need another crash cart, his Heart rate is zero

I lift thine eyes to the hills, praise him, oooh, praise him, ohhh, praise him!