NARRATOR: This is a ballad about a man whose hands were fouled with oil And people recoiled, ‘cause the man they saw limping was the star they saw singing CHOIR OF JESTERS: La la la la, la la la la la la... NARRATOR: Of course they were right! CITIZENS : But why all the blood? NARRATOR: He ripped out his heart to put an end to his life!
Take a close look, take a close look Where once was a heart now's a crook! MORGUE : The clockwork's ticking in my chest Nothing's left to confess. Creaking machinery inside of me The engine has been set free Overheating by a thousand degrees.
Do you hear the sound of the grinding gears? My mechanical heart is what you revere.
NARRATOR: Before he was scarred and looked so bizarre Laid in the lap of luxury And told his soul 'au revoir'. Every ounce of sentience wore off Because without spirit, there is no love.
OKTAVIA: You've lost all control of you Who have you become?! You soulless piece of arrogance A twisted brain that has lost all common sense.