Blind out,
even as we speak out
even as the fallout
falls out,
raining down.
We're smoked out
even as we reach out
even as the fallout
falls out,
on and on.
You're nothing at all,
nothing to fear,
a mere pounder after all.
(death enters the room)
"Well I'm here.
You'll forgive me
for not giving my real name.
It's time to come now,
she can't go with you."
(Pilot leaves; she enters the room)
"I won't not cry for you.
I won't get by for you.
I won't
I'm torn in pieces
torn apart"