
Visions of Falling Skies
Chapter 2: The fires have grown closer, the heat pours through my window making this tiny apartment unbearable. The sounds of shouts and gunshots fill the streets. Good news though, the government has decided to restart the draft, and a large military presence has been summoned to put a stop to the looting and rioting. If only my number hadn’t come up. The real kicker: the new penalty for draft dodging is death. But I still find it hard to care, even as military police surround my door. There are some familiar faces on both sides of the skirmish below, and I watch as people collapse from gunfire and... regular fire. That arts degree really came in handy. Maybe after the cities have burned completely to ash, laying a shallow grave to soldiers and citizens alike, there can finally be peace.
Here in the kingdom of hate

The censorship and lies

Have turned my friends against me

In normal bodies they hide

In big white houses they preach

For hate of those unlike

And who deserves to survive

But I deserve this fate


Am I allowed to speak?

My words will make them reveal themselves

So we know to stay away
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All I want to be is the strongest part of me

In these trying times

We need some dividing lines

And the angels collide with the demons watching my head

So I close my eyes and see visions of falling skies
We the people who hate

We are the ones who should bleed

We hurt our powerful friends

Until they’re enemies

Divided we will fall

And start a nuclear war

And that is just what we need

To form a better state


Are we allowed to live?

Our existence will make them reveal themselves

And the world will blow away


All I want to be is the strongest part of me

In these trying times

We need some dividing lines

And the angels collide with the demons watching my head

So I close my eyes and see visions of falling skies
We’re the god who sends the flood

There’s no need for anxiety

Dye the flag red with our blood

And fly it over a peaceful society
credits–
Sam Seibert: vocals, drums, bass, piano, guitar, moral support, haircuts, head chef, driver, siren(s), bass (the fish), falling skies observer (1st and 3rd chair), music copyist, track credits writer

Shayne Parnell: tappy guitar