Through the bottom of the glass I saw the spires
Burning up in the fire as the beast hit the door...

The fit is the scream of silence
As she floats high above the burning field...

The blue moon stood high above the trees
Casting a pallor onto the woods below...

Across the organisation
We know there will be losers...

You aren’t mean to be
wrong and impossible...

Make me wanna stay
Just tell me where I should lay down...

McDonald’s wrappers float over the field of the...
In Rossville Street, the trucks are late for the...

If by a man’s deeds he be judged
And by a man’s work he be known...

Sing a song of finality
Of great endings...

Staring out at the stars and wondering what it is...
Wondering if tomorrow I’ll wake up beneath a...

In the time before the fall
before the setting of the Sun...

The deafening quiet after the impact
A moment to check if I’m still intact...