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letra de the hounds - the protomen

[lyric note 1]
(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 rehe-rs-d. 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

[verse 1: albert wily]
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

[lyric note 2]
he made his way to the window overlooking the city

[bridge]
i can almost hear the hounds…

[lyric note 3]
he turned back to the reporters

[verse 2: albert wily & reporters]
what kind of man builds a machine to k!ll 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?
what was her name?
doesn’t matter, now listen-
“the good doctor” has to pay!

[lyric note 4]
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…

[verse 3]
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

[lyric note 5]
glancing once again at the countdown, he spoke plainly to the reporters

[bridge 2]
whatever’s on the table plays!

[lyric note 6]
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 gl-ss 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 gl-ss. the cameras weren’t yet rolling. the microphones were not yet active. his words went unheeded for the last time

[verse 4 & lyric note 7]
there is a flame that i’ve been fanning
there is a fire waiting to catch
there is a h-ll that has been building
from the moment we first met

58 seconds to air

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

49 seconds to air

it has p-ssed 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

40 seconds to air

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!

30 seconds to air

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

[lyric note 8]
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 -ssured them that the murderer would be apprehended. he promised them that their city would be made safe again. they trusted him completely

- the protomen

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