Treasure Island

Corey Fauchon

(2/10/1991 / Newcastle, NSW, Australia)

The Attack


It was supposed to be fun
Until it all became undone
We were always so cautious
Until we began to feel nautious

All the clouds had stopped
No balloon had been popped
The siren screaming for attention
Time to turn & change direction

In the sky we saw the flames
In our minds we thought of the remains
We didnt know where we could go
Wherever we went, we went slow

We looked down every street
We listened to every single beat
We continued to stay mute
As we continue to change route

As we listened to a far away rattle
We approached a vicious battle
Everything we could breathe
We started not to believe

Submitted: Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Edited: Monday, July 04, 2011

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