Billowing clouds, of light and smoke,

wrap around like a cloak,

and it all burns down.

It all burns down.

Inhaling and choking,

there’s knives in the air.

Just breathe in,

and it all burns down.

It all burns down.

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The dead stumble sideways.

There’s nothing to see,

and it all burns down.

It all burns down.

Shouting, and screaming,

baking inside,

they’re trying to leave,

and it all burns down.

It all burns down.

The blistering blaze,

bursts bubbles on skin,

and it all burns down.

It all burns down.

The world’s quiet now.

Silent as ashes

fall to the ground,

It all burns down.

They all burn down.