When will the war stop? The killing and the planes? When will it stop? Sweeping across the open plains. The sorrow, the heartbreak, the crimes and faults. What\'s going to happen when no one is left to talk? Where are we going to go? To get away from all of this. To the misty shades of nowhere so that nothing can exist. The only thing you see is from the inside looking out. Everything you feel, touch, and see collect in your.... There won\'t be nothing fancy to sing about.