The sirens sound, the gates drop down, then lives collide
behold, I've found my way around and just in time.
I will sink into the ground
no exception, just like yourself
will this matter after all,
when the summer breaks into the fall?
Can we know what will become of this place?
We will run away and try to save face?
Fade to black, we have become a disgrace
I hope, this is just a Phase
This mass effect, consequence we'll have to face
Feel the flames burn the skin off your face.