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Published on Sep 12, 2009
Albert Wily: Tonight the streets are red The lights are blue and blinding No sign of the good doctor but the sirens wail and whine Tell us if you've found him!
I can almost hear the hounds!
What kind of man builds a machine to kill a girl? No he did not use his hands like a smart man he used a tool But just the same! Can you question who's to blame?!
Jury: What was her name?
Albert Wily: Doesn't matter, now listen! The good doctor has to pay!
When I say he was a monster when I set fire to his name It doesn't matter where you hear it from Whether truth or lies, gets said all the same Whatever's on the table plays
There is a flame that I've been fanning There is a fire waiting to catch There is a hell that has been building from the moment we first met
If there ever was a time If there ever was a chance To undo the things I've done And wash these bloodstains from my hands it is past and been forgotten These are the paths that we must take Cause you and I, Tom we are men And we can bend and we can break
If you think that you can run If you think that you can stand Then you forget who turned this city on You forget who plugged this city in! And they'll not switch it off again! One by one they're tuning in!