25 feb. 2012

The hounds.

There is a flame that I've been fanning, there is a fire waiting to catch, there's 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 is past and long 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.

But 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.

One by one, they're tuning in.

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