A sharp knife slips
Red blood drips.

Life is a big twisted knot,
And you can't undue it.

Once you get stabbed in the back,
You don't want to get back up.

When the tears fall
The Fire starts.

There's no real soul
In a broken heart.

The Lighting struck
then the rain poured.

The rain poured
Then the Lighting struck.

Audio without visual is
Raido
Visual without audio is
Surveillance