In the Event of

Televised

Static shade

Suspended overhead

We're awaiting the terror

It's in our eyes

It's in our lungs

It's in the making now

And growing out of sight

I'm shivering on the pavement

Incoherent

The landscape flickering

With weaponry

We're taken

Subtitled

The peril

The peril

Chained to the skies

Subtitled

If you read this it means you still have eyes

Gravitate

At the end of days

Awaiting the blast

And the wild blue yonder

Synchronized

Suicide

Eight bells

For what I've seen

Mothers waiting in rows for the shadows of their children

Mothers waiting in rows for the shadows of their children