Can you see the storm getting closer now?nTell me how it feels being out therennA moment's glimpse of his vignettenAs he shone a light on the falling wallnInstant pictures form shattered personsnWhenever he leaves there's a tainted marknnFlashbacks of his stark sleep filter out through smokenRevoking from the past things less provokednAny which day, there is no reliefnAdhesive words, spoken silentlynThe shattered mannnCan you see the storm getting closer now?nTell me how it feels being out therenI want to stay with you, and I see it clear nownYou are giving me no choicenLet the rain pour downnnHe's holding for the moment of the fallnStolen knowledge by minds unformednRegulate the demolition of annex for the differing thoughtsnDiscarded sparks left years agonnEvoked a language much more austerenReverberating with figmentsnHe left a trace of translucencennShattered mannThere's a shattered man in a shattered land