Minimal Compact Burnt-out Hotel
I've heard they arrived... ...it's an avarage day running away grey lights pacing the street with indifference wonder how they burnt out alive if there's no reply from the station radios jammed broken lines if you can recall empty spaces filled with debris wasted lives in a burnt-out hotel flames danced with cruel affection black smoke has covered the sky everytime you play with fire something inside you just dies rain has washed away the traces no one's suspecting a crime wind has swept away the ashes nothing remains to remind
