He rose up from the ground,
searching the area for anyone...

Lying in open fields,
she thinks about her day...

Either i take myself out,
or make them suffer...

There are two of them,
One on either side...

Shadows dance along the walls,
The flames rise up into the air...

I'm waiting for a sign,
I'm waiting for someone to show me...

The mountain of grey dust
The dull, black version of light...

I stare at the ceiling, lost in though.
we conversed and everything was let out...