A shitty town cloaked in black sky, they promised us a setting more sci-fi.

Trying to see beyond disease and blight, hoping everything you love somehow survives.

Somehow we’ve become resigned that our turn has come, knowing we are in a season of fire. Breathe into your lungs and feel it in your stress, countless highways, sprawling cities, Our roads all lead to violent days. Burning lungs, rising tides, follow your heart, I’ve no advice.

A sea of brilliant souls alight, a dying orange sun, burning they run, this season of fire.

Breathe into your lungs and feel it in your stress, countless highways, crowded cities, the hours draining from your life. Burning lungs, rising tides, follow your heart. I’ve no advice.

Black skies, the birds are leaving, fleeing from the fires, a dismal sight. Fighting off a bleak and endless night, while all those left below are burned alive.

Believing that something lies ahead that puts to rest all the things following behind us, that somehow our pain will be relieved. A fading daydream.

Burning lungs, rising tides, follow your heart.