Protomen - The Hounds lyrics

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[Hours later, from the broadcasting room at the tower

At the center of the city]

Albert Wily was born for this moment. He answered the

Reporters' eager questions about the disappearance of

His partner calmly and evenly with the story he'd

Rehearsed. Inside he was teeming with contempt for

These men who were turning the story from the real

Headline: the unveiling of his newest marvel. A giant

Telescreen just above their heads, mounted to the top

Of the building, would within minutes broadcast

Information non-stop to every citizen of the city. No

Matter. Soon these men and their questions would be

Obsolete. He reluctantly turned his own statements to

The media frenzy at hand.]

Albert:

Tonight the streets are red,

The lights are blue and blinding.

No sign of the "Good Doctor,"

But the siren's wail and whining

Tell us he'll be found.

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,

How can you question who's to blame?

Reporters:

What was her name?

Albert:

It doesn't matter.

Now listen...

"The Good Doctor" has to pay!

[Stepping away from the throng of reporters, he looked

At the digital countdown above the nerve center of his

Broadcasting controls. He whispered quietly to

Himself...]

When I say he was a monster,

When I set fire to his name,

It does not matter where you hear it from,

Whether truth or lies,

It gets said all the same.

[Glancing once again at the countdown, he spoke plainly

To the reporters.]

Whatever's on the table plays!

[1 minute, 46 seconds until the broadcast would begin

Wily shut the door on the tumult of voices continuing

To shout questions after him. He walked down the empty

Hallway and around a corner and into the studio

Adjacent to his control room. A pane of double-plated

Glass sealed out the bedlam of the reporters. He

Watched as their mouths continued to hurl impotent

Questions.

In the silence of the studio he didn't bother trying to

Make out what they were saying. His eyes focused on a

Blinking red light above the digital countdown. He

Spoke aloud. His words bounced off the soundproofing

Glass. The cameras weren't yet rolling. The microphones

Were not yet active. His words went unheeded for the

Last time.]

There is a flame I have 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 has passed 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,

Well you forget who turned this city on.

You forget who plugged this city in!

They'll not switch it off again.

[He straightened his tie, knocked the wrinkles out of

His suit jacket and faced the camera lens.]

One by one they're tuning in.

[15 seconds to air.

At this very moment - his moment of glory - he wished

He could be out in the streets of the city. He wished

He could hear the hum of a thousand tubes, powering the

Screen, popping to life and warming up

Simultaneously... wished he could feel the wave of

Sound as they drew the attention of every person within

The walls of the city. His city. He wished he could

Float above the streets as every person walked from

Their homes, left their dinners, their polite

Conversations, their lives. Wished he could be there as

They filed out into the streets, fixed their eyes on

The giant screen, and waited.

3 seconds...

But Albert's place was here. His time was now. He

Cleared his throat.

The red blinking light went solid...

Outside, on the giant screen, Wily's face came into

Focus. For the first time, the people of the city

Looked to one man. They saw the face of a leader. One

Man towering above the city.

After a few inspirational opening lines, Wily turned

His attention to the matter at hand. Thomas Light. He

Assured them that the murderer would be apprehended. He

Promised them that their city would be made safe again.

They trusted him completely.]