[Announcer]
We take you now to a small, morbid room deep in an underground bunker. His skin festering where the cables and iron tubes worm their way in and out of his reconstructed body, John O'Brien sits alone in the sickly green light, where only two mannequins with screens for heads keep him company
[Child on mannequins screen]
Past the world
Past the night
Past the stars where seabirds fly
Past your dreams to toil and shore
Where we will meet again once more
[John O'Brien]
There's rust in my bones
And sins in my flesh
My skin rots, wires and iron infest
They butchered my body to make me the best
Their mad dog of war
They unleash on the world
To burn and ravage, gut and hurl
In between I sit here and think of the girl
[John O'Brien, Mannequin ensemble]
The scent of fragrance on the wind
Is all you are and all you've been
Lullabies and dime store tales
No dreams escape the green room pale
No colors cloud your daydreams
Your penny dreadful memories
Your worn-through wartime serial tales
No dreams escape the green room pale
[John O'Brien]
Their one supersoldier, the one that survived
The red pills for duty, the blues for inside
Their failed plan for an army of gods made of iron
At night these screens light up with faces I've known
The flesh I've left rots and falls from my bones
I sit with the girl in the screen all alone
[John O'Brien, Mannequin ensemble]
The scent of fragrance on the wind
Is all you are and all you've been
Lullabies and dime store tales
No dreams escape the green room pale
No colors cloud your daydreams
Your penny dreadful memories
Your worn through wartime serial tales
No dreams escape the green room pale
[PA system echoes through the room]
Please exit the bunker, take the red pill, and report for active duty
Please exit the bunker, take the red pill, and report for active duty
[John O' Brien]
In the fire
Bathe in the fire
In the fire
Bathe in the fire
Bathe in the fire
Bathe in the fire
Bathe in the fire
Bathe in the fire