It was the rush hour of the morn, Between several work I was torn... It was the rush hour of the morn, Between several work I was torn...

When the fires bubble, And the fumes bellow out Leaving you, not burnt When the fires bubble, And the fumes bellow out Leaving you, not burnt

My conscience seals the pandemonium pride, My conscience seals the pandemonium pride,

Smoke, fumes and fire Billowing in our available milieu and glare Smoke, fumes and fire Billowing in our available milieu and glare

A silent night bereft of chaotic mind exploding explosions A silent night bereft of chaotic mind exploding explosions

The echoes of thunder.. The episodes of shudder.. The echoes of thunder.. The episodes of shudder..