My Chemical Romance - Skylines and Turnstiles (Sims 2)

This is my eighth music video that I made using the program Sims 2, the video being called Skylines and Turnstiles! Making this video was extremely difficult and it took me a LONG time to make. I'm sorry for the delay, I hope no one unsubscribed from me. I had a long break, I was being lazy, I had School Tests, etc... I think you get the point, everything was overwhelming these past months. Anyways I need to stop blabbering on.
This is a small tribute to the World Trade Center 9/11 terrorist attacks on September 11th 2001, I once saw the news on TV and saw the towers go down and explosions, planes crashing, people jumping out windows, etc... I even went inside of the WTC one time when I was two years old. I remembered the place was very LARGE and colorful filled with people in the building. I wanted to capture the sadness and tragedy in this video, and put Gerard's experiences/ feelings with the World Trade Center when he was in New York City before he started the band.
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Peace ~(!)~
Lyrics:
You're not in this alone, let me break this awkward silence.
Let me go, go on record, be the first to say I'm sorry, hear me out. Well if you take me down or would you lay me out? And if the world needs something better, let's give them one more reason now.
We walk in single file, we light our rails and punch are time.
Ride escalators colder then a cell.
(Chorus)
This broken city sky, like butane on my skin stolen from my eyes. Hello, Angel tell me, Where are you? Tell me where we go from here. This broken city sky, like butane on my skin stolen from my eyes. Hello, Angel tell me, where are you? Tell me where we go from here, tell me where we go from.....

And in this moment we can't close the lids on burning eyes. Our memories blanket us with friends we know, like fallout vapor. Steel corpses stretch out towards an ending sun, scorched and black. It reaches in and tears your flesh apart, as ice cold hands rip into your heart.
That's if you still got one that's left inside that cage you call a chest. And after seeing what we saw, can we still reclaim our innocence? And if the world needs something better. Let's give them one more reason now.
(Chorus)
This broken city sky, like butane on my skin stolen from my eyes. Hello, Angel tell me, Where are you? Tell me where we go from here. This broken city sky, like butane on my skin stolen from eyes. Hello, Angel tell me, where are you? Tell me where we go from here, tell me where we go from here...........