• Burning hearts and torches gather around a singular point in a field. Their pride and rage burning bright, calling out to all who would join their ranks.
    (Guitar Clang)
    Skeletal lightning strikes the ground and a charred visage appears in low fickle flames. Flicking burning tongues sarcastically at the now sullen mass.
    (Rising yell with chaotic hi-hat and snare)
    Fear ripples through the crowd, snuffing out their hearts with quite efficiency, making each one go mad, terror bubbling forth from each persons head like the contents of a heated kettle. A voice rings out cracking with hysteria "Set fire to the face on fire!"
    (Hysterical guitar riff begins)
    A blue lady in a dress stands up,
    She amassed in the mass,
    And walked past all the last men,
    She calls
    "It was an accident, we didn't mean a thing"
    Aghast, she falls fast
    Cause it's the last thing that she'll ever do.
    (Angry sharp lead guitar intro into loud steady riff with drums and electrical synth)
    Huge rocks fall straight from the sky
    High up above is a smiling white man
    He says "I'm going to feed you all to the forest"
    While he sits in the air with his mountains of sea shells
    She sells,
    Rebels,
    They fight and they storm and ignore whatever he yells.
    (Heavy steady bass)
    How do you like those facetious lips, yeah
    With a pitch fork and discourse
    You missed the worst
    Gun shots begin to rain on the earth
    Hundreds of arms begin to sprout from the ground
    Just another night of devastation
    (Fast scraping guitars)
    "Moshi Moshi!" He shouts
    Past the screens and readouts
    Slash the Japanese hounds-
    Crashing down from here, how?
    Boiling forth the ground
    Falling on his knees now
    Sweat dripping from his brow
    He bows down...