Good Weather For Airstrikes

I Slide Myself Forward
Through My Head
I Think Half Way Backwards
See Myself Sing The Anthem
That We Wrote Together
We Had A Dream
We Had Everything
We Rode To The End Of The World
We Rode Searching Climbed Skyscrapers
That Later Exploded
The Peace Was Out
I Leak Balance
Fall Down

I Slide Myself Forward
Through My Head
I always come back to the same place
Total Silence
No Answer
But The Best Thing God Has Created
Is A New Day