And this is nothing short of tragic…
“And this is nothing short of what I expected, or needed and I’m burning alive…
I’m burning alive and this (divide) is me, or you, or other than another fight I picked (to burn a hole into you)
If it burns you alive then I’ll eclipse a hole into you…
And I’ll send shivers down the spine of every body in every heart in every country in every room…
(a year on and this ship is sinking)
And I’ve got a thought for you…
Three days pass and this is nothing more than a far cry from tragic…”

(the line crackles and cuts out…a flat line, a last attempt to search for a pulse on this dying captain…overboard)
“And every word he spoke was my favourite…
And every ‘x’ that he crossed out was nothing short of personal…
And every wish he built
And every dream he brought meant nothing to me…
This is a circular motion and I am nothing short of tragic…
(the noises, the drum fills, the seconds that pass)…
I’ll round you up and cut you off…(emotionless tones and you fade off)…And I break off…
This is nothing but a misty haze…this is nothing…
This is nothing short of tragic…this is nothing…
Burn petals burn…burn petals burn…”