Smoke in the sky
it's a word formation
right in the sky
nowhere to hide
Gray plumes
dotting the mountain lines
over and over again
broaching the fault mines
falling the fall
failing them all

So many people survive
so many people
what can we do to survive?
We'll get by, by and by
so many people!

Open the door
see the world rotating
up turns around
changes to down
Sand storms
blow in from Al-Asad
choking the daydreams
shutting them off
ending them all