Virus

I feel the commotion Stare at the horizon Awake the inflation A sense that we will fight To the end of the night At sunrise, we shall seize From northwest to southeast Illusions, delusions I know the conclusion Feel the fire, feel the flames Feel the (hear?) that get to the brain Time to, time to go Time to, time to go See the shadow, see the breath See them take (all of this bread?) Time to, time to go Time to, time to go I feel the commotion Stare at the horizon Await the invasion A sense that we will fight To the end of the night At sunrise, we shall seize From northwest to southeast Illusions, delusions I know the conclusion Feel the colors, feel the air Feel the harp shift to despair Time to, time to go Time to, time to go Hear them shouting, hear the pain Hear them calling out in vain Time to, time to go Time to, time to go