Protomen - Hope Rides Alone lyrics

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Narrator: No one was left who could remember how it had

Happened,

How the world had fallen under darkness.

At least no one who would do anything.

No one who would oppose the robots.

No one who would challenge their power,

Or so Dr. Wily believed...

[There is a skyline in the distance. A brilliant and

Bright city with building after building crowded into a

Dense and industrious center. The city is closer now.

Rushing past the buildings to the base of one crumbling

High-rise. The first story passes by. The second now,

And with more speed. There is a blur of windows and

Brick. Eighteen... Nineteen...]

Twenty floors above the dark streets of the city, Dr.

Light lived in a run-down tenement.

An eccentric and brilliant man.

Light was a loner, a thinker, a man of ideas.

Ideas forbidden in Wily's society.

The society for which he worked.

The society in which he lived.

The society that he would set free.

And so Light worked, far into the night, when the

Watchful eyes of Wily's robots weren't upon him.

He'd set his skillful hands to the task of creating a

Device to bring about a change, to create a machine to

Bring freedom, to create a man to save the world.

Twelve years Light worked and on a cold night in the

Year 200X, Protoman was born.

A perfect man, an unbeatable machine, hell-bent on

Destroying every evil standing between man and freedom,

Built for one purpose, to destroy Wily's army of evil

Robots. Ready, willing, prepared to fight.

[The streets, the arteries of this metropolis, run with

Bodies. Crowding together, they flow out of the city,

Toward a superstructure east of town. A factory. A

Fortress. Glancing at it the fascade resembles the face

Of a skeleton. Smoke pours from the stacks high above

The outer wall. The gates are open. A figure stands in

The light before the entrance. Perfectly still, he

Waits. The crash of metal destroys the silence. One by

One the Robots step forward, step into the light.]

Cutman

Gutsman

Elecman

Bombman

Fireman

Iceman

Proto

Fireman: Attack!

[The violence is surreal. Metal against metal, the

Sound is deafening. For most, the reaction is

Automatic. Hands cover ears. Mothers reach to cover

Eyes of terrified children. The blows are quick and

Precise. This is Protoman. Dealing death without

Remorse, without hesitation, and still, the fight is

Unbalanced. One against so many. Protoman fights

Without fear of defeat, although it is inevitable. The

Men keep their distance, straining to see every

Crushing blow through the smoke that has surrounded the

Ongoing battle. The din stops abruptly. Unsettingly.]

Narrator: And as the smoke cleared!

Wily rose above the countless robots remaining.

Protoman was wounded, low on energy, struggling to

Remain standing as Wily ordered the final attack.

The death of Protoman.

The crowd had gathered there to watch him fall, to

Watch their hopes destroyed.

They watched them beat him, they watched them break

Him, they watched his last defense deployed.

There was not a man among them who would let himself be

Heard.

But from the crowd, from thier collective fear, arose

These broken words:

We are the dead

We are the dead

Human Choir: What have we done?

Narrator: We are the dead

Human Choir: What will we do?

Narrator: We are the dead

Human Choir: Where will we turn?

Narrator: We are the dead

Human Choir: Is there nothing we can do?

Narrator: We are the dead

Human Choir: How did it come to this?

Narrator: We are the dead

Human Choir: How did we go so wrong?

Narrator: We are the dead

Human Choir: We are the dead