The Virus is in their heads

When it moves, it spreads

Gas Tanks make the World burn brighter

Bullets that burn, are Bullets that hurt

Appealing views from the top

Open Gates through their Hearts

Two in One

You can see them all

The Sun shines through

Drifting into their conclusion

Some are on the run

Just passing through

Most can burn, but inside they can't

350 meters are a long way

He is blocking the entrance

Through their homes

Avoid the Debris

It's been a long time

Consecutive prayers kill

Direct hits hit the hardest

Precise deviation might gets things on fire