1: Area One

The booming sound interrupts the creativity of us,
We got lost by their mistakes,
Never realised what we had done.
We lost in our souls.

And when it becomes a piece of nothing,
Coming through with such stupid diseases,
They caught us.
What do we do to escape from all of these?

We sat on a Black Seat.
Didn't realise that it was ages ago.
When someone declared something,
That they made a place to separate us.
What do we do to be together again?