These icey buildings keep rising up and up

Many birds have lost the space they live in

Reality and questions are riding in a big balloon

Can't imagine where they will go

Dust and feelings spill out from my hands

I fear and refuse my solitary mirror

The word I couldn't tell you remained

They drain and disapear with sewage

RED SUN, BEYOND THE SKY! CAN'T REACH THERE, RED SUN!

I'm still here

"TURN THR FUCKING MUSIC OFF AND GO FUCK YOURSELF! FUCKING METALHEAD PSYCOS!"
"It's actually thrash, but whatever!" Yuki called back.
He breathed out into the cold air, a cloud of breath going into the air. The neighbours never really his thrash music at 5am anyway.
(Credit to Yellow Machinegun for the lyrics)