Desa. Arriving Alive. West Grand In Flames. Zeneszám

Fuck the sky
What when the ground starts falling?
Quick, decide
My thoughts are running
The plane is leaving
I saw a kitten dead on grand avenue lying
Eight lives left her dying
She couldn't escape the approaching headlights this time

No doll
Not at all

A little quake left our chandelier shaking
Look outside
The city is burning
The phone is ringing
A heard a shooting star slammed into the Tribune building
Was it some young human wishing for an explosion to break the awkward silence?