Glass
Covers the ground
Smell of blood
All round
And people dying

Pain
So bad
It’ll never be forgotten
N.Boy please

Can anyone help?
Us?
Now?
We need
Now

He struggles with reality
Made surreal by the certainty of his mortality
P.J. says “he's lost, he's lost, don't listen to him"
And he is damn right too
Here come the waves
Here come the new