Your light inspires.
The troubles you face...

Won’t you be my octopus?
Won’t you climb about my walls...

Destitute creation.
Wake burnt in memory...

Path set in stone, my legs are not my own.
Forever ambling toward distant horizons...

Flitting about, free—
Kings and queens of city skies...

The air in here is disgusting.
You have lived here for...

Have you ever
had the pleasure...

Lone tree standing still—
Fire against the great blue sky...

Take away what you said.
Rip it apart before I bleed...

As if living life—
Roaming, violent, never still...

Behind these walls strikes lightning;
space so calm, silence inviting...

There was a time when everything
devastating happened after an explosion...