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