The main thrust of the attack has ended, and the aliens are mopping up. Most humans have been melted by the slime. Of those that were not, most are taken as slaves. Our unnamed narrator here was targeted by a Gluman streaming slime, and someone else jumped in front of the stream. As the anonymous hero melted, the narrator ducked into a staircase to the subway system and ran around the corner to a temporary safe spot, to take stock of his situation among other survivors…
lyrics
You didn’t have time to think or time to fear.
I hadn’t the guts to disagree.
And now you’re like all dissolved and I’m still here,
And I can’t stop being glad that it was you instead of me.
So I keep thinking how there won’t be trumpets,
Blaring majesty to drown my shame.
And no statue with a plaque atop the ash of an attack
On this world that doesn’t know your name.
What was your name?
What was your name?
Already that briefest glimpse is fading now.
Tomorrow you never will have been.
And I will go underground, and on somehow,
Taking solace that mine isn’t so original a sin.
So I guess there never will be trumpets.
And you only have yourself to blame,
If you thought there’s any use in trading down for this excuse
Of a man who never knew your name.
And so what if there are no more trumpets,
In their cynical and brash acclaim?
Played by men who aren’t me in overblown hypocrisy…
And so this hypocrite will now say, “Thank you”,
Knowing I would not have done the same.
But whatever I’m about, from the here to here on out,
What I do, I do it in your name.
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