Lyrics

[Instrumental] Kinny looked to the skyline hidden behind yet another sector wall, towards the center of the city. It appeared as though everybody with a gun was heading there, drawn like moths to a flame as the horizon burned ever brighter. Tracers laced the sky with increasing frequency, and if he strained, the Mog driver could make out the sounds of gunfire and explosions over the walls. "There's no way around," Blake said, after carefully considering her options. "We need to go through this."