Singing, and swinging, I'm falling down.
Marching and waving, we all fall down.
Noticing the ceiling closing and falling, making it mirror, for the ones who have fallen
The sky with smoke, the screams become louder, shortening the look of the once begun clatter.
Faces sinking in, making it deepen, showing the traces of a million reasons.
As you see the smoke, you start to run, noticing they are on your trail.
Coming closer now, they make a sound, making sure you know they are near.
