(0367) repeating forever

fictional account only accounts for what was always true.
reaction time is slowed so the meaning of it all is hard to know.
up against a wall. been held back by your lack of consequence.
i'm watching what unfolds. no way to change the outcome of it all.

feeling somewhat lost. breathing through a hole in the fog.
seating's somewhat cramped. no room to move. it must be some sort of trap.
the first thing that i see is a picture of a baby that's already dying.
the last thing that i hear are the fallout sirens repeating forever.