Another shot fired in anger to speed our own demise, to 
aid the beast that hunts us, upon retreat from blurring 
skies. We suffer the pain of blood flow amidst a sea of 
closing doors; clutching tightly to the sound of our own 
screams...these words won't reach the shore. Burning down 
the sky ‘till there is nothing left; we smother every 
feeling under the weight of regret. Our fists held in the 
air won't give us the strength to decide: What's right? 
Who's wrong? Where do we go from here? And as we're 
sinking to the bottom, we leave our anchors unrestrained; 
because the promise of redemption escapes us. Peacefully, 
I will sleep beneath the scorching sheets; and upon the 
ice of failure, I will dream that I am one with the 
flames; and in the wind, the world will hear my name.