The Message - NIM VIND

20,000 Hands reached that foreign land

But they only touched a dream

Words were different then

He was cold again

Much too soon

It was obscene

The message was clear

That he laid down with his hands

To dead mindless embodiment

Of humanoid wax

Remember me (x3)

Ripcords pierce the sky

Fallout.

All I love

They were waiting to be received

All of their minds

Were tuned into one mind

It was so terrible to conceive

40,000 Feet march out the exit door

Left purpose perfectly trite

And when they hit the streets

Their minds went blank again

They were searching for his name