[The New Albion Radio Hour] A1 S3 - The Green Room Pale
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 2 mannequins with screens for heads keep him company.
Child on screen: Past the world, past the night, past the stars where sea birds fly Past your dreams to toyland’s shore, where we will meet again once more
John: There’s rust in my bones and sins in my flesh My skin rots wires and iron infest They’ve 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
The scent of fragrance on the wind Is all you are and all you’ve been Lullabyes and dime store tales No dreams escape the green room pale
No colors cloud your day dreams, your penny dreadful memories Your worn through war time serial tales No dreams escape the green room pale
Their one super soldier, the one that survived The red pill’s for duty the blue’s 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
PA: 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: In the fire in the fire Bathe in the fire in the fire