would I still hold this gun? would I have to fight?..
would I laugh tonight if my child met the afterlife?..
these questions I can't answer, the bubble just bust..
I see thousands of memories trapped under rubble and dust..
just a city of smoke, I pity the folk that are left in this zone..
all those swept from their homes without flesh on their bones..
and I'm no hero, how can I believe I'm a better man..
when I'm surrounded by terror and a legion of skeletons?

Definitely one of your best flows, It jus went so well together, Good read