Beyond the costs involved that fade out again, i could almost hear it . A heart that's young enough to crush beneath the smell of all the plastic explosives. The silent invasion is over. A cloud of smoke dissolves and fades out again. Just beyond the clearing the landscapes covered under dust. The sound of false alarms are our only protection. Separate the signal/vacate the building... Swept beneath the dirty opportunity to process, communicate, collapse and sever. Trapped between a motorcade and open casket surgery, choking on the chemistry of fractured speech forever. This is a permanent favor.