Cactus Valley - Tiles

Years of sameness make us this way Taking the blame's no longer o.k. Over again some never stray Tortured and bland walk hand in hand Routines are all right, we

I can't find an open door Recall what I was looking for Waste from haste we fail to see Stop to think reluctantly Now? When? Here? Then? Demoralized, compromise

Bullets split the air Sounds of destruction and despair Break the silence - sense the fear No place to run, no shouts to hear Creep through the silence Crouched

We were watching as the buildings fell And the ground folded Minutes passed and the destruction was over Dust and rubble fill the stagnant air Blotting out the