1. SMOKE CREEP

Smoked too much, can't see nothing ahead; knob's broken, it's turned up to ten, I'm running reds.
Car stops as the smoke creeps out of the door; another breath sends me off into space going where I haven't before...


2. HAVOK


It's broken and wasted like those who've come before; havoc thy masters, muster thy wardogs, stay not thy hand.
Pull them down and remove the crown, though it might be invisible; make the moment last.
Waiting for the moment to strike, stand our way and we'll end your life.
Exhausted you've got nowhere to run, now we'll end what you've begun.