Blood Runs Like Rain
Pressure Point 50
Feb. 17, 2003
Starring: ??
As Pressure Point continued, the screen suddenly became that of gray static before slowly fading into a shot of the Twin Towers in New York City. The pounding drums and guitar of "Pisschrist" by Fear Factory began to play. And then the camera switched to the street as a couple of firefighters were talking when suddenly a plane came into view above them and crashed into one of the towers, exploding into a huge fireball.
The scene then switched to a head-on shot of the already burning building, as the blackest smoke you have ever seen poured from the gutted building. And just when you thought you were imagining things, another plane barreled right into the neighboring tower, exploding in another huge blast of orange and fiery destruction.
Where are we now?
Scenes on the street, looking up at falling bits of glass, paper and thick smoke.
When we are blind
Views from the street of the hole in the first building and the black smoke.
Abandoned faith
Shots of firefighters getting ready to save lives.
You left behind
More shots of firefighters.
Were you betrayed?
Horrified people staring at the worst disaster this generation has ever seen.
Or did you lie?
Various shots of the burning towers from afar.
Our common fate
The Pentagon on fire.
Our common demise
An aerial view as the first tower collapses.
Where is the son?
On the streets, chaos, as the first tower collapses.
To light the way
From inside the tower, firefighters running as it becomes black.
Along the path
The horror-movie like scene as a crowd of people run as giant cloud of smoke chases after them.
Of our dismay
Where there once was a tower, only a cloud of debris remains.
Look to the sky
More horrified people, crying and running on the streets.
On judgment day
Rescue workers in the smoky buildings.
A human god
More hellish scenes on the streets.
That was man-made
The site of a plane crash in Pennsylvania.
So we lie
Debris, smoke and dust everywhere on the streets on New York.
So we lie
More shots of the aftermath. Cars covered in dust. Debris all over the roads. Shell-shocked residents walking like zombies.
So we lie
Chaos on the streets as Tower 2 begins to collapse.
So we lie
Running in fear. Dust and debris fell like snow.
So we lie
An aerial view of the second collapse.
And so we rise
More scenes on the streets, the daylight blocked by smoke.
Just to fall down
City streets deserted of people, full of debris, the world white and covered in soot.
In reality
Clouds where both towers used to be.
You're never found
A scene from over the water as black smoke billows from the wreckage.
I'm reaching out
Firefighters and rescue workers in masks walk through the debris.
With sealed eyes
The bloody and soot-covered faces of firefighters.
I grab for light
The sun blocked out by smoke.
Visions decried
Still shots of bodies falling from the towers.
Look to the sky
Families walk through the city streets with pictures of loved ones, searching.
On judgment day
The fires continued to burn at what became known as Ground Zero.
A human god
The fire at the Pentagon rages on.
That was man-made
Various newspaper headlines featuring all sorts of headlines including WAR!, ATTACKED! And all other variations.
So we lie
World Trade 7 collapses.
So we lie
Fire trucks crushed with rubble.
So we lie
Fire rages on at Ground Zero.
So we lie
Day becomes a black night as fires continue to burn.
So we lie
Flags fly at half-mast.
Face down, arms out
Volunteers and FDNY prepares for the rescue effort.
Nailed to the cross of doubt
The exhausted faces of firefighters.
Blood runs like rain
Cars piled up like a junkyard on city streets.
Drowning for this world in vain
The burnt stump of a tower.
Crown of black thorns
A flag is raised at the site.
Human skin, ripped and torn
Digging through the wreckage.
Crown of black thorns
More shots of the wreckage at Ground Zero.
Human skin, ripped and torn
Sunlight filters through the dust.
Crown of black thorns
The rescue heads into a second night.
Human skin, ripped and torn
People cheering the fire department.
Where is your savior now?
Mayor Giuliani speaks at a news conference, trying to calm New Yorkers.
Where is your savior now?
Piles of dirt and wreckage.
Where is your savior now?
The empty spot where the towers once stood.
Where is your savior now?
Flags are raised.
Where is your savior now?
Volunteers hunt through the wreckage in vain.
Where is your savior now?
Shots of funerals and memorial services.
Where is your savior now?
Shots of graves.
Where is your savior now?
Grieving people hugging each other, searching for comfort.
Where is your savior now?
Ground Zero from afar, still smoking.
As the song faded out, the screen became static and then one simple message appeared on the screen in red letters: When will the next tragedy strike? Only the Lord knows.
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