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Visions of Falling Skies Master 1Sam Seibert
00:00 / 04:23

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

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