B): Anablephobia

Clowns now appear
They carrying knives and cups of gasoline
Tonight is our death
Then begin to slash each other

Clowns now appear
They carrying knives and cups of gasoline
Tonight is our death

The skies open up: The flames pour in
The world watched in awe, mesmerized
The skies open up: The flames pour in
The world watched in awe, mesmerized

Death is in the air

The three adults once again start talking
They ask questions of faith and love
We shall live past these days, rid of all we've done

I see what they mean now
But the wretched smell has overcome
I am gone
The baby born with the end of the world
Awake, awake, awake, awake

(The five of us haven't spoken in hours
Sitting alone to our own thoughts
Only we will know what strange things boredom has created)