"So, where were you when it all crashed down?
Where were you when it all hit the ground.
Said you'd come through, but I have yet to see you.
So, where was I, right here and so I write... about you.

So, where did I go wrong this time?
Why am I kept awake by these rhymes?
Simplistic I know, but it comes from the soul.
I been wondering, do you have one. You know, a soul.

Vacant eyes stare at the size of the hole you left behind.

Where will you be when the bombs drop?
Will you just be another riot cop?
And when I cross the line, will you finally be there? Holding the zip ties.
While I scream.
For my life."