Lyrics Father Of Death - The Protomen

Father Of Death

What have I done?
Though I did not pull the trigger, I built the gun
That he holds in his hand
Last night I dreamed
I climbed to the top of a mountain of metal
For miles I could see the destruction of man
I will not be the father of death!
Darling Emily
Everything that I have done I have done for you
But it’s turned out all wrong
Can I take it back?
Can I turn off this machine
Before it destroys everything I’ve loved?
I will find a way to make this right!
I will find a way, Emily
I will not be the father of death!
Emily Stanton climbed the stairs to her beloved’s apartment, a folded letter in
her hand.
Tom had been so busy with his work these last few months,
they’d barely seen one another.
This, instead, was how they’d communicated.
The door at the top of the stairs was cracked open.
She called out to Tom as
she entered the darkened room.
A man was bent over the desk rummaging through
the drawers frantically.
It was Albert Wily.
He turned, startled,
and looked at Emily;
the hint of a smile crossed his face.
He motioned,
not at Emily, but at the figure standing in the shadows behind her.
The machine shut the door obediently
What are you doing here?
(Let me take you away.)
I’m not going anywhere
(He will be nothing when this runs its course)
He will be everything that a man is supposed to be
If the shadow blocks out the sun… there will be Light!
If it stays 'till the sun is set… there will be Light!
If the sun never shows its face again… there will be Light!
No matter how dark the city gets… there will be…
Albert Wily’s eyes grew cold as Emily’s rejection of him became clear.
He turned to the machine standing at the door and quickly slid his finger
across his own throat.
The robot moved silently towards Emily as Wily slid
through the window, onto the fire escape, and into the streets below.
Emily ran to the window, following his escape, but the machine was too quick.
Its cold hands caught the soft flesh of her arm.
She opened her mouth to
scream but the warm tearing of a cold blade across her neck aborted the sound
Even as Thomas Light climbed the stairs to his apartment, he sensed something
was wrong.
He opened the door, crossed through, and locked it behind him.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, the first thing he made out
was a red light pulsing slowly on the fire escape.
A moment passed as Light
tried to reconcile the image of a machine he’d just left at his workshop,
with the figure now towering outside his window.
His gaze drifted from the
shaded helmet of the machine to its hand and to the knife it gripped,
dripping deep crimson droplets onto the toe of its black boots.
The machine tossed the knife in through the window, and leapt to the ground
below.
Light’s eyes followed the arc of the blade to the floor, to Emily
Sirens approached in the distance
Thomas held his darling Emily in his arms, pulling her close to his chest.
Shaking silently
Footsteps rang out from the stairwell.
A fist rapped violently against the door.
Thomas didn’t notice.
He slowly brushed the hair from Emily’s face and kissed
her forehead.
A single tear falling from his own eyes to hers.
In her hand,
a folded letter with his name scrawled carelessly on the front
The sound of the door splintering finally shook Light from his mournful reverie.
He pocketed the note and lowered his love to the ground as he inched slowly to
the edge of the open window
His actions were met with the hollow click of rounds being loaded into chambers.
He began howling incoherently to the policemen about renegade robots and red
lights in blast shields.
The only responses he received were nervous faces and
fingers inching toward triggers.
In grief and desperation, Light turned and
threw himself from the window
Shots shattered the hush of the sleeping city
Light’s tumbling body flattened the roof of a car parked below.
The air was
thrust from his lungs.
His right arm was shattered, but he was alive.
He rolled from the car onto the shards of glass lying on the street below,
shredding his hands and knees.
Gasping for air and retching violently on the
pavement, for the first time in his life not thinking about the future,
Light scrambled to his feet and disappeared into the darkness