Echoes of sirens

Isn't it a beautiful sound, that echoe
In the distance, bouncing though the buildings
In the distance, getting closer
Right in front of your window, the sirens that anounce tragedy
The despertate sirtens that may save a life, but rarely do
The violent sirens thay may extinguish a life, and often succed
Those sirens in a hurry, those that may fight fire

Every city is damned shore of sirens
Follow them
Follow them to see others tragedy
Follow them to watch the city in natural form
Follow them for you may see deaths before time
Follow them, and you will value your life little more

Follow them, before they follow you.