Stars hung suspended, motionless spectators to his descent as he dropped toward the Earth's atmosphere.
No one leaves and no one will
"Those who have laid eyes on a Gundam shall not live to tell about it. Those were the orders I was given."
Moon is full never seems to change
He stared at the night sky, looking up at the pale sphere that seemed to stand as a silent sentinel of time, watching over the small triumphs and greater foolishness of mankind, cold and uninviting in her unwillingness to share the secrets she has learned.
Just labeled mentally deranged
"I'll keep on fighting alone until the day I die!!"
Dream the same thing every night
Flames and gunshots, explosions sounding all around, he jerks upright gasping for breath, plagued with the knowledge of yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
I see our freedom in my sight
"Hey Oz, you're going to seriously regret that you kept us alive. Not to mention the pilots."
No locked doors, no windows barred
No one was holding her prisoner. Stronger ties than chains and manacles bound her there. She was bound by the idea of peace and the need to see that it remained after the war, after the great sacrifices they had made.
No things to make my brain seem scarred
"All evil that chooses to fight in outer space is my enemy!"
Sleep my friend and you will see this dream is my reality
She was in his arms, gracefully twirling in time to the music. This was their first dance, and she had finally begun to penetrate some of his mysteries, but for now she was just going to enjoy the moment and pretend that it will last forever.
They keep me locked up in this cage; can't they see it's why my brain says rage?
"Just watch me, I'll become the God of Death once again! But right now… I need some sleep."
Sanitarium, just leave me be Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Build my fear of what's out there, and cannot breathe the open air
"Your afraid of dying, aren't you guys? In that case, you shouldn't be fighting at all!"
Whisper things into my brain, assuring me that I'm insane
The Zero system told him who his enemies were. The ones that toyed with him, that tried to kill him, the ones that dared to control him. They didn't care about him; they saw him as nothing more than a useful tool to be honed into a sharp weapon. He would show them, he would show all of them.
They think our heads are in their hand, but violent use brings violent plans
"Ha ha ha HAHAHAHA!!! One more to go."
Keep him tied, it makes him well
He was tied down to the bed in an alliance hospital. A figure appeared on the screen and began to speak to him. As the young man ran into the room and struggled with figuring out how to undo the bindings he managed to rip one bloodied hand free and ask for his knife.
He's getting better can't you tell?
"Don't over do it. Like he's gonna listen. Of course he's gonna over do it."
No more can they keep us in
All of the doors wrenched open and the young men in white and black escaped, tracking down the doctors to retrieve Deathscythe and Shenlong.
Listen damn it, we will win
"That's right. This battle will continue until every mobile doll is destroyed."
They see it right, they see it well, but they think it saves us from our hell
"That's funny. I'm crying. And I'm not sad at all."
Sanitarium, just leave me be
Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Sanitarium, just leave me alone
Fear of living on
He didn't respond to the yells of his fellow pilots. Continuing to take the blasts the enemy soldiers directed at him, he didn't even bother to defend himself. He had just taken the lives of every single person who advocated talking to end this war. He didn't really care what happened to him at this point.
Natives getting restless now
"It'll be my last grandstand finale."
Mutiny in the air
They began to burn the Oz uniforms they had worn so proudly not so long ago. But it wasn't right that machines should fight war in the place of humans. Using robots was an insult to their fallen comrades, themselves, and the Commander. They were now the Treize faction.
Got some death to do
"The God of Death is back from hell!"
Mirror stares back hard
Cobalt eyes and Prussian blue eyes stared into each other. They were so different. They were so alike. Their eyes reflected the determination to take out the lunar base and get out alive if possible.
Kill, it's such a friendly word
"I'll kill you."
Seems the only way for reaching out again
She calmly looked at him as death hovered in the metallic mouth of the gun he had pulled on her. She couldn't say how, but she knew that he would never harm her. He stared at her with the emotionless haunted blue eyes that had twisted her heart since the first time they had met.