"Lee sings...The letter that she wrote, the letter he wrote, the lies that they told, with each hour it gives me a different story. War, despite the white flag. Oh my dear, I fear I have become a burden. Is it raining outside your window? It's pouring here, but the rain it never reaches the floor. Maybe this miracle made of gold was all a trick. Scrap the plans that we made; break the ribbon; breakdown. Leave a message for your victims. Bang bang."