A night's breath, being the wind in the game.
You can't feel a thing, yet you can feel the pain.
You hear the howls of the wolves
And the shadows that creep then begin the play
That night you realize two more are gone
And the fire trucks speed, dancing to the song
But the with the blaze and the carefree spirits enjoying the night's breath
They all inhale life as they are put to the test
Too late, they're gone
The spirits hang their heads in shame
But, they feel okay, their faces are dry
You would think, though, that'd they'd at least try
Who's to blame, though?
Everyone knows they don't have to
The thought that they offer seems like enough
Down at the head of it all, people stay beyond light
They work and they work
But they don't do it right
All of this of the carefree spirits in the game
As three more stones eat life
Bodies thrusted into the ground, but they cannot escape
Gravity keeps them there, but the core pulls them down
As another five are just coming around
Then, what's that?
A simple scream
No one goes to help, but they are not mean
It's not their job, they do not have to
Every time someone screams they may not know someone's there.
If they feel worse, they probably won't even think to care.
As the flames rise, one more morning
The game is done
But, truely, it has just begun.
