In a monstrous cloud
Of death’s explosion
The building of our highest pride
Comes crashing
Down, Down, Down.

Wrapped in the jaws of confusion
The cloud of smoke blinds us
We are covered with the blackness and death
Of Terror, Terror, Terror.

Reaching out for a companion
Forced to think quickly
We walk in the midst of that we know not
And scatter abroad in
Panic, Panic, Panic.

You once were our glory
Wrapped in fame 110 stories high
But now we have lost you…
And we cry out in the burns of our bodies
And the burns of our hurt pride.