The sky is overcast and as Rael looks back a dark cloud is descending like a bal
loon into Times Squa
There's something solid forming in the air
And the wall of death is lowered in Times Square
No-one seems to care
They carry on as if nothing was there
Rael starts to run away towards Columbus Circle. Each time he dares to take a lo
ok, the wall has mov
The wind is blowing harder now
Blowing dust into my eyes
The dust settles on my skin
Making a crust I cannot move in
And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway
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