Screaming, crying, pathetic begging, asking me why I’m doing it.
Some want to know who I am.
Some try a little bit more and give me names. Villain, cruel, psycho.
Some say I need help.
I am the help! I am the last hope for tranquility. It was always so loud.
No matter where I was.
Whether I was flying, or in the crowd.
Now everything is peaceful, everything is vivid.
All I know right now, the light is at the end of this path. Fly-Fight-Win!