The crumbling walls, the running feet never returning
Orange glow reflected in the dead eyes
The city is burning
Pieces of souls mixed with the delicate ashes flies
The desperation written in the sky, everyone’s a mourner
Sweat on their chest, fear in their mind
The widows on every street corner
Ignorance, we are all of the same kind
The despair and the broken screams
It isn’t over, never will be till the boatman comes for the last time
Leave money, desert your weapons, forget your dreams
Slash the idea of letting them pay for their crime
Chase the hope, not the faintly glow of death upon the collapsing city
The useless killings, the cruel slaughter
Don’t ******, but feel pity
The teary-eyed children and the coarse laughter
Slaying the throat of another daughter
Follow the last falling star, remember your broken heart
This world, wasn’t made to be torn apart.