Beside the girl's body, her suicide note and the words from the doll's song was all that she wrote. It was published in papers, discussed, yet despite this the dolls kept broadcasting all day and all night.
Columnists bantered, parent groups fumed and distrust, fear and anger rose, spread and loomed. The dolls were derided, disdained and decried and everyone waited for the match to ignite.
[BYRON:]
It won’t be too long, folks, 'til our doll runs this town! We’re voting him in and it’s happening now! We’re all at the crossroads where worlds connect And your kids are all dancing each night with the dead!
[NARRATOR:]
'Kill the dolls! Kill the dolls!' everyone screamed.
[BYRON:]
Now, my friends, just hold on, that is not what I mean!
[NARRATOR:]
But whatever he meant, no one cared or would hear. There was blood in their eyes and a riot was reared.
The streets are chaotic as bonfires glow In the alleys and flames, fear and furor just grow. The dolls are picked up and then thrown in the fire and the fever of violence and panic conspire.
Poor Byron, he runs to find Jasper - his love as the dolls are torn limb from limb, torched and burned up. No one's left to listen to his speeches or cries. He's fanned the flames that kill his dear doll tonight...
[BYRON:]
Where’s my angel? Where’s my angel? Where’s my angel? Where’s my angel?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
