Smoldering Fuselage - Mission Of Burma

Just outside the house of the dead

Jet planes crash into flame

The jagged lightning cracks and hovers

Outstretched hands snatch to take me

In heat entrenched, the coupled names

Hit and fall in the ashes

What is that name

What is that game

What is that bright place

Now I stand on those craters

There was an error in their course

They crashed inside their own reflection

And those shiny, metallic bodies

Secrets abound about their names

I turn my head, look, and I see them

What is that name

What is that game

What is that bright place

I don’t know

I don’t know