| I hear her footsteps running towards me down the hall
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| And by the lantern light I see her body fall
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| She reaches out to me, the Ward Key in her hand
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| She speaks to me in noises I don’t understand
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| The key that taunted me, the key that drove me mad
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| The key that murdered any freedom I once had
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| Is offered to me know, can this be but a dream?
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| My trance is broken by this woman’s dying scream
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| The key now in my hand from Quarantine I race
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| And when I reach the landing every ghostly face
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| Is waiting for me there commanding me to RUN
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| The walls are lifting, lockdown’s already begun
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| The staircase shatters as my fate I fly to meet
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| The wood is splintering beneath my stocking feet
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| At last I’m past the gate, at last I’m at the cell
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| That’s kept me from the sun and hidden me in Hell
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| The key that locked us in is now what sets us free
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| The inmates have emerged and now they look to me
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| To lead them to the light, to lead them to the door
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| But as we flee I trip and fall down to the floor
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| Now, as I hit the ground, as painfully I land
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| The key for which I’ve waited years shoots from my hand
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| Then, quick as lightning strikes, the Doctor’s heavy shoe
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| Comes down upon the key concealing it from view
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| His eyes are burning red with madness, this is when
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| He picks it up and turns to lock us in again
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| I leap upon him for I’ve nothing left to lose
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| He overpowers me and asks the girls to choose
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| He runs his blade across my throat as if to say
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| That he will take my life if they don’t walk away
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| Retreat they do at once, without a second thought
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| They only know that we were free and now we’re not
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| And then I feel my darling Annie’s Master Key
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| From all those years ago, still tied above my knee
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| It glows against my skin but doesn’t cause me pain
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| What happens next I cannot possibly explain
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| It pulls me from the floor, it pulls me towards the gate
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| It fits into the lock and every last inmate
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| Is breathless as the bars swing open with a creak
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| And no one’s seen to move, and no one’s heard to speak
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| Then, all at once, the clock from fifty floors below
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| Is loudly striking four, and suddenly I know
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| What must be done — there can be no one left alive
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| The Doctor’s all must die if we are to survive
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| It’s Time to show our strength
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| It’s Time that we unite
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| It’s Time to change the game
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| It’s Time we learn to fight
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| It’s Time this house is ours
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| It’s Time we take it back
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| It’s Time for bloody war
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| IT’S TIME FOR THE ATTACK! |