Blauagh, this is garbage. Don't listen.

At least I made it through the first month though! I'll call that a mild success.

Don't look back, Ado.
When you see them go, well, you know.
Don't look back, Ado.

Yet she feels a pull; longing
for what lay behind and burning.
And despite the sinners, and their sins within,
it was her home.

So she turns to see,
and she turns to salt--
from salt to dust,
and gone.

A crystalline design,
a dreamer's pain.
four cities gone
in flame.

Up in flame.

Don't look back, Ado.