Death Valley strikes like a lightning bolt out of control
An ablation of sins shooting across your eyes of hazel clouds
Back in the forest of a brighter moon, the people rummage the land, seeking more than they deserve.
No more is there a balance, barren is thy thought, as you thrive to speak of the 'be gone era' and those consumed by a relic gun.
Bones lay scattered, blue ruins unload, blotting out the dark harness trying to tear us apart.