Red Sector A
The Rush Lyrics

All that we can do is just survive
Our only option now is to continue living, no matter how difficult it may be.

All that we can do to help ourselves is stay alive
Our primary goal is to stay alive and do whatever it takes to survive.

Ragged lines of ragged grey
We see a bleak and desperate landscape filled with the remnants of what was once human activity.

Skeletons, they shuffle away
The few survivors we encounter are barely functioning, barely walking, barely alive.

Shouting guards and smoking guns
Violent authorities with their weapons at the ready lurk about, always a threat.

Will cut down the unlucky ones
Those that are unfortunate enough to cross paths with the armed guards are quickly eliminated.

I clutch the wire fence until my fingers bleed
I am holding tightly onto the fence keeping me captive, risking physical pain in hopes of getting out.

A wound that will not heal, a heart that cannot feel
The emotional and physical traumas we've experienced have left us unable to recover.

Hoping that the horror will recede
We are desperate for the constant horror and danger to finally let up and disappear.

Hoping that tomorrow, we'll all be freed
Despite our doubts and fears, we continue to hold onto hope that we will be rescued and released from our captivity.

Sickness to insanity
The physical and emotional tolls of our situation can drive us to sheer madness.

Prayer to profanity
We may start off seeking divine intervention, but eventually we are cursing those that have put us in this terrible situation.

Days and weeks and months go by
Time has become meaningless and we are no longer sure how long we've been trapped in this nightmarish world.

Don't feel the hunger, too weak to cry
Survival has become our sole focus to the point that we ignore our most basic bodily needs and no longer have the energy to express our emotions.

I hear the sound of gunfire at the prison gate
The sound of violence echoes throughout our confinement, signaling potential danger or possibly rescue.

Are the liberators here, do I hope or do I fear?
As the gunfire continues, we don't know whether to hold onto the hope of rescue or remain afraid of further violence and oppression.

For my father and my brother, it's too late
Tragically, some members of our family have already been lost in this dangerous environment.

But I must help my mother stand up straight
Despite everything else, we still have a duty to help those we love and support them in any way we can.

Are we the last ones left alive?
Wondering whether any other humans have survived the same ordeal or if we are truly alone in this struggle.

Are we the only human beings to survive?
Considering the extent of the horrors we've seen, it is possible that we represent the only remaining members of the human race.