Monologue from The Visit by Visitor Information

there was blood in the water
there were sharks on patrol
they were seeking in infrared
to snapshot another soul
as green as the meadows
just a lightning superstar
he was dreaming, they were beaming
he doesn't know just who they are

buy and sell your share we'll go there, we'll kill them all.
pitch black gun.

he was caught by the siren,
he was taught like a bell,
he was ringing and he was singing
come on boys, let's ride to hell
he walked in the fire, the heat rising high
like a frog deep in the kettle,
didn't see he was burning alive

what is one man's life to a thousand. suicide? that's just for fun
pitch black gun.

he was the fiddle,
and he played in their hands.
standing over, standing looking,
laughing down at him.
and so he was played,
just like he was trained to do.
now he's sitting, now he's thinking.
what's a man supposed to do?

hey wait, i
and i can't, believe a word
that that man ever speaks
he spoke, so true
like me, like you
but now i think he had something to do
is there, a way, out now
am i, trapped down here at the bottom of this well
will you, save me, or am i, to be
down here drowning all this time alone

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