Open the sky so I may see,
I will be here, waiting patiently.
When fire paints the clouds above me,
Will the hearts not burn for those they love?

Rumours spin in cursed, tight cycles,
Passing down old hatreds and grievances.
Metal knows no sacred vows,
It strikes both the pure and the foul.

Its buzzing will scribble a new order,
With tears of mercury that I cannot bear.
You whisper ‘patience,’ calm and monotonous,
As death unfurls its blood-red carpet.

The signal will rise, a brilliant fact,
I pray it doesn’t leave their well-pressed suits intact.
What explodes first, the comet or the lies?
When the signals fall, the bond of fear dies.

Doubt will set this city of dreams on fire,
and the lies that once stood tall will crumble.
My Chiaki, will you pray for me,
when my screams light up the evening sea?