the wind! the wind, its not just wind! its spotsspots of madness, spots of fire, spots of life disappearing in the blaze! the santa ana windno, nothe wind is the beast, its alive, its breathing and its laughing at us. the spotty gusts are everywhere, theyre laughing, theyre crawling, theyre flying through echo park, westwood, everywhere, burning the eartheverything is a spotspinning, twistingflames rip through the spots! firetrucks, fire engines, theyre racing through the spots, but the wind is faster, the wind is drunk, its a madman on a mission! first responders, theyre nothingjust ants under the wind, trying to put out spots, but the spots just move, they move! you cant stop a spot! you cant stop a spot! i see it. spots in the sky, spots in my headfire, burning, sizzling! loved ones are scattered, running, but theyre running in circles, theyre running into spots, the spots are taking them, consuming them! hollywood hillsgone! just burnedspot by spot, the flames are dancing, theyre laughing, theyre alive. theres no escaping the spots! the fire is one with the windone with the spotsthis is the end of spotseverything is a spot, a burnt spot, a blackened spot! spot, spot, spotcan you see it? can you hear the spots burning?
Netherlands