One of the many, born of the few I can't describe what's at stake Least of all you I just want to Fall into the fray Burn into the day What is happening? None will walk away The mothers will scream your name aloud They move in a blind drove This spirit will soon implode Simulate Flailing limbs and begging for the whys Guided by their impulses Broaden my perspective It's a fleeting illusion Carry them out in molded plastic The sight of bending metal Contorting into nameless shapes As I scream into the earth The cutting of the air While I beg for my life With my face against the wall Call to your god You bow to me Go find a way Back through the night Through thick haze You'll see inside You'll burn a hole Right through me The unimaginable horror that I see Will be a pleasure for some But in the cold light of day We watch the souls ascend into the sky How and why? A growing mass? A broken will? An act of compulsion if anything A miraculous malfunction Reasons are unspecified Accept what is done It's beyond your control Recall the appearance Describe the noise The senses muted All the minds bleed as one Breathe Breathe Let me see Let me see Simulate Flailing limbs and begging for the whys Tendencies Leaves us with more questions than answers