NARRATOR: 
Meanwhile [bad word] back to the fourth and final act 
Byron got himself a trophy wife and had 
daughter who he named Priscilla and she came 
To age in a city that is now a police state 

New Albion today is a harsh and martial place 
The riots destroyed buildings, streets and throughways 
The City took control through a state of martial law 
That remains to this day as troops of armored cops patrol 

(We follow a young [bad word] being accepted into the militarized police service) 

SOLDIER 7285: 
And on this day of my enlistment 
I shed my skin of will and innocence 
I pledge allegiance and devotion 
I’ll be the power that you flex 

I am your arm of execution 
I am the trigger of your gun 
I am the binding and the order 
My duty to you has begun 

NARRATOR: 
Random searches are the law, looking for remaining Dolls 
And if found execution is immediate for all 
Any token of the dead, whether relative or friend 
Is forbid and if found you may or may not be seen again 

Jasper’s still around and he’s with Priscilla now 
They sit and hide together deep within the family house 
The spend their days resigned from the [bad word] world outside 
And play a never ending game of cards to pass to time