Where you see the bombs lay, that’s where I’ll be.

Underneath the dust clouds, waiting to be set free.

At the end of it all, isn’t it inevitable?

Why run and panic, when survival is impossible.

Will you run?

Will you be scared?

Knowing you wasted so much time and never really cared.

If your dreamer you’re a liar.

If you’re a realist you’re a dyer.

Well then I stand to be neither.

I am a hybrid.

Set apart from the others to understand more then what I did.

Or could’ve done, should’ve done, would’ve done, had I known.

That my decisions I made would always be set in stone.

And now I am standing here at the end of the road.

The flash is so sudden but it’s the longest moment my life’s ever seen.

I hear buildings collapse and women and children scream.

Somehow I stay standing still, I barely even lean.

Then the flash clears the streets and I see a broken scene.

The world is destroyed and I can’t feel a thing.

Am I dead?

Have I pasted without a fight?

Or was I left here alone.

To endure the worst of this life.