9-11-01 Testo

there's two ways to go both of them look grimfeels like the walls are closing in
treaded though these thoughts now many times before
sometimes it seems just to hard to ignore
loud speaker shout of tragedy so much bigger then you and me
how could this happen makes no sense our innocence is our defense
it's nine o'clock in the morning and the stars are shinning bright
though the bag rapped tightly round my head i can see the red blue and white
i can't believe what i am seeing, seeing, was done by a human, human being
and it's going on in front of showing all our weakest traits too