
Visions of Falling Skies
Chapter 2: The fires have grown closer, the heat pours through my window making this tiny apartment unbearable. The sounds of shouts and gunshots fill the streets. Good news though, the government has decided to restart the draft, and a large military presence has been summoned to put a stop to the looting and rioting. If only my number hadn’t come up. The real kicker: the new penalty for draft dodging is death. But I still find it hard to care, even as military police surround my door. There are some familiar faces on both sides of the skirmish below, and I watch as people collapse from gunfire and... regular fire. That arts degree really came in handy. Maybe after the cities have burned completely to ash, laying a shallow grave to soldiers and citizens alike, there can finally be peace.
Here in the kingdom of hate
The censorship and lies
Have turned my friends against me
In normal bodies they hide
In big white houses they preach
For hate of those unlike
And who deserves to survive
But I deserve this fate
Am I allowed to speak?
My words will make them reveal themselves
So we know to stay away
All I want to be is the strongest part of me
In these trying times
We need some dividing lines
And the angels collide with the demons watching my head
So I close my eyes and see visions of falling skies
We the people who hate
We are the ones who should bleed
We hurt our powerful friends
Until they’re enemies
Divided we will fall
And start a nuclear war
And that is just what we need
To form a better state
Are we allowed to live?
Our existence will make them reveal themselves
And the world will blow away
All I want to be is the strongest part of me
In these trying times
We need some dividing lines
And the angels collide with the demons watching my head
So I close my eyes and see visions of falling skies
We’re the god who sends the flood
There’s no need for anxiety
Dye the flag red with our blood
And fly it over a peaceful society
credits–
Sam Seibert: vocals, drums, bass, piano, guitar, moral support, haircuts, head chef, driver, siren(s), bass (the fish), falling skies observer (1st and 3rd chair), music copyist, track credits writer
Shayne Parnell: tappy guitar