Hondo Maclean

Mortal Kombat

Hondo Maclean


So you've got to go... go... gone 
This surge has taken, 
Destined to bestow... 
Get Over Here. 
Cold morning wrapped in shivered silence. 
I hear the fountains pour and I'm reassured. 
Alive, before I forget to remember. 
Final Round. 
Salt water swallow choke my lung, 
Cough out blue tears in the company of none, 
All drunken eyes, raining just like the day I heard of, 
Your devastating acceleration. 
Rain kept hitting ground I drown. 
My head is in the cloud. 
And I am soaked right through, 
Gotta dry these dripping clothes, 
Or else every hand I shake, 
Will catch these dripping blues, 
Gotta dry these dripping clothes. 
I've got to get out these dripping clothes... 
We're staring into a void that seems to be everywhere, 
Between the skyline, down to the sea. 
Shine your distant rest anaesthetised, 
Finish Him. 
Sun's gone to plan for a better day. 
Sun's gone to plan for... 
Fatality. 
Flawless Victory.