Powder Monkey -

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»