The plane is gaining altitude leaving a trail of lights behind it
The guitar weighs with multicolored drawings around, reflecting off the white floor
The King of the beasts is resting impressively in the middle of the savannah
The city of mutants around, smoke and fire, this is a war of your own just don't touch
London is divorced, wars are all around, you just need to survive under this rain
Crossach is in flight, and there are sands all around
Homer of their simsons is fooling around on the couch with a dog
There is fire and smoke around the combat aircraft
A brunette in a black dress is sitting on a brown sofa