[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