Tonight is filled with children and rockets
Exploding into tiny needles
The stars are covered in smoke

Crawling through the grass
Heads turn clockwise then forward
Saying "Goodbye Innocence,
It's my time"

More and more like yesterday
Never-ending and consistent
The festival only gets louder

"Sometimes the best way out
Is to lock yourself inside"
Whoever thought of something
So boring?

Long ago, we forgot something
The rockets help us remember
The world stands still
Engulfed in a bright light