Lieutenants get schizophrenic when the panic frees, the trust can't go in ranked officials, pistols getting seized, I fall to knees and try to breathe, questioning the reality, fatalities are casualties, you tell me the analogy, of qualities in all of these, sorrows was comparison, never change the hands of time cause what killed him was tearing one, and many more, heaven's door lies only past thickening clouds, say aloud what you had vowed, when you're proud it was allowed, but you shall get angry when the pains had brought the clue to you, that no one makes it out alive, so can I rest the truth in you, we're living through a maze, stress your ways where attention pays notice to these hurtful days, filled with plagues and long delays.