'
[no audible dialog]
[screaming]
(reporter) A scene of grisly murder.
It appears that the headhunter serial killer has finally been caught.
Thomas Reddmann was arrested earlier today
for the murder of Bloom lncorporateds high flying public relations guru--
(anchorwoman) The Headhunter is responsible for the vicious ax murders
of six curpurate heads, decapitating all of his victims.
Your favorite serial killer and mine
is found guilty or not guilty.
I'm humbled that my psychic gifts were able to help lead
to the arrest and conviction.
(woman) My father worked very hard to get to the top.
He didn't deserve to die like that.
I hope he rots in jail!
(man) This is a good outcome.
Thomas Reddmann will be incarcerated
for the rest of his natural life
at the Lansdale Clinic.
(doctor) Mr. Reddmann is very sick.
Under the guidance of Doctor Lansdale,
we know we can make a difference.
(man) In an escape attempt last night at the Lansdaie Clinic,
a fire broke out which took the life of inmafe Thomas Reddmann.
The circumstances of the escape attempt remain unclear.
However, it appears that Reddmann was viciously attacked.
The good news is Thomas Reddmahh, the headhunter,
is dead.
So, you did well in high school,
drupped nut of college and have what,
at best, can be described as sporadic job history.
There's nothing here that suggests you would be an asset
to Fulber Incorporated.
A f all.
I'm-I'm really just--
I'm just looking for a chance, you know?
We have your de fails on file.
We'll be in touch if circumstances change.
No, you won't.
[beeping]
[Scottish accent] Annabelle, ifs Les.
Listen, your private show numbers are a disgrace.
You're a Bullet Girl, honey. Try and act like it. This is your job.
Your titty little tease act is cute,
but I expect your numbers to go up, otherwise I'm gonna have to letyuu go.
Hello.
You wanna see these'?
Do you like that'?
Do you enjoy what you do?
Of course. Can't you tell'?
But do you feel you're achie vihg something with this jab?
Oh, this is no boring old job, baby.
Where do you see yourself in five years time?
I'm-I'm sorry, what'?
Would you like the opportunity to right a terrible wrong?
I don't even know what that means.
I'm out.
I've got a job for you.
Later, weirdo.
So many douchebags.
[exhales]
[shouts]
You've got the job.
What's this'?
What the fuck is this'?
(man) Hey_
You awake?
Listen, don'! get the wrong idea.
I'm trapped, too.
Who are you'?
[machine whirs]
What'?
[whispers] What'?
Can somebody tell me what the fuck is going on'?
I don'! know. But it's not good!
We have to get out. We have Yo.
Stop it. Stop it, all of you.
Hey, stop it!
We're all connected to... to something.
We're just gonna hurt ourselves more.
[man shouting in pain]
[shouting continues]
Let's try the desks.
One, two, three.
[gasps]
He got you.
He got all of you.
[laughs]
He's dead.
[whispers] And so are we.
We're dead. We're all dead.
We're already dead.
Gotta get back to work.
Gotta get the pages done. Can't miss a deadline.
Guy. Guy Marr.
Jesus, it is him.
He's been missing for over a month.
We were all in court together.
The Reddmann headhunter homicides.
I arrested Thomas Reddmann.
I led the defense team.
I assisted the police with their investigations.
You're Sheena, right'? The psychic.
And who are you'?
You're the psychic. Shouldn't you know that'?
I was an eyewitness.
And I was an eyewitness, too.
The Internet stripper. How could I forget'?
And that man led the prosecution.
[man shouting]
[door slams]
[typing]
[gasps]
Oh, shit. Oh, shit, it can't be.
Drink.
Please.
Some office rules.
Three toilet breaks a day.
Two social breaks.
Finish all meals pro video'.
Complete all tasks.
You will begin by transcribing these legal manuals.
Start at page one,
and don't stop until I tell you.
My name is Redd.
I'm your new boss.
[door closes]
I identified his body.
So, how is he still alive?
[typing]
I can't do this.
Why'?
I don't have my glasses. I can't see without them.
I get headaches.
Just do something.
Show him you're doing something.
That looks really painful.
It's not that bad.
I can't believe we're stuck in a cube farm.
Cube farm'?
An office job.
I have been avoiding them for so long, and now--
[all typing]
We'll be okay.
Really?
I have no idea.
It just seemed like the right thing to say.
Shit.
Come on, this is crazy. He's just fucking with us.
No.
He's breaking us.
[door slams]
Looks like you're the big winner.
Incentive.
You can stop for now.
Start again first thing in the morning.
Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh.
I didn't say you could start.
If you obey the rules, tomorrow you'll have some food.
Fuck you!
Really?
I'm sorry, Redd. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, please.
I'm--
[groans]
Mr. Marr should know by now
that I run a tight ship here.
I am firm, but fair.
Isn't that right, Guy'?
Firm but fair. Firm but fair.
Sorry, Redd. Sorry, boss.
Now, what the rest of you need to understand
is that with every act of insubordination
comes a warning.
I'm sorry, Redd!
[groans]
After the fifth warning,
I review the employee's ongoing value to my company.
Please. And that was number five.
Please, Redd, please!
Please!
[women shout]
Right.
[Shouts] Stop!
[crying] Please, stop!
And how did you do today'?
Let's take a look at your work.
I don't have my glasses. I can't see properly without them.
Really? Yeah.
No glasses'?
Just a moment.
[crying]
Try those.
Come along.
Better'? Better, thank you.
No excuses then.
You've got a lot of catching up to do.
[cutting]
Toilet break time.
Five minutes.
I'll be waiting.
[exhales]
[crying]
Oh, for fuck's sake, Hale.
Keep it together.
[whispers] Hello?
Is anybody there'?
[knocking on door]
Shit!
Time's up!
[knocking]
I said time's up.
I'm ready.
[keys clinking]
You took your time.
[groaning]
That's your first warning.
It's nothing personal, you understand.
What's down there'?
Any sign of where we are'?
You must have seen something.
Anything at all'?
[yelling]
Oh, holy shit.
Bad dream?
Yeah.
Oh. Bad everything.
I thought this place was a nightmare.
This place is a nightmare.
I don't need to go to the bathroom.
[no audible voice]
You are the same Annabelle Hale
who was a witness at the Thomas Reddmann trials.
Yes.
You said,
"I saw Thomas Reddmann holding the ax.
"He was covered in blood.
Shelly Bloom's body was on the elevator floor."
That's right. That's what I said.
“Decapitated.”
I misspoke.
You said, "The decapitated body was on the elevator floor.
Correct?
Hm. You also admitted
that you did not see the killing blow.
Your words.
You did not see me actually use the ax.
No, I-l didn't.
Well then.
That will be your task.
That's your job, Annabelle.
To find the real killer.
Because I'm telling you now,
lam not the headhunter.
[door closes]
Mr. DeMeyeFs body was slumped against the conference room fable.
His head had rolled to the other side.
I heard a wheezing behind me.
And when I fumed around,
I-I walked in
and Mr. K e
was sitting there, and I called the police.
Edward.
I don't even know what I'm supposed to be looking for here.
If we were really investigating a case,
we'd be looking for patterns and inconsistencies.
But we're not working a case here.
The killer is in that office right there.
What we need to do is look busy,
and stay alive.
Thanks.
Patterns and inconsistencies.
[man shouting in pain]
(Redd) Rules are made to be followed, Marcus!
(Marcus) Please! No, no, no, no!
You don'! follow them, you know what happens!
Please! No!
[whispers] Who's Marcus?
Wait a second.
Marcus Conlon.
The judge in this case.
He's been missing for months.
Why would he wanna hurt Con/on?
The dude sent him to the Lansdale Clinic.
Padded walls and all the barbiturates you can swallow.
It's basically a medicated hotel. No, it isn't.
The Lansdale Clinic,
the part you can see is exactly as Annabelle says.
But Lansdale,
[Marcus shouting]
he has certain ideas about the criminal mind.
Certain procedures,
chemical and surgical
that aren't strictly legal.
And the results? They vary.
Surgical?
[whispers] He's got scars on his head.
Did you notice
that when Guy stabbed him, he didn't even flinch?
Yeah.
He can't feel any pain.
Whoever Thomas Reddmann was before the Lansdale Clinic,
that person is gone.
We need to talk to him.
We need to make him see sense.
No, Sheena, I don't think that's a good idea.
[door bangs]
Shit.
Hello, workers.
You know what you're doing here is wrong.
Don? you, Thomas?
Can I call you Thomas?
You know my name.
Sheena Oleary.
We're all people.
We all have friends and family, just like you.
[scoffs] Like me'?
You're not a bad man.
You don't really want to hurt people.
That man'?
In the other room'?
You don? want to hurt him either.
Perhaps I do.
Perhaps said person has earned a lot of pain.
I think that we should get back to work.
What about Guy'?
What about his friends, his family?
[broken voice] His children?
You say you're innocent, but you killed a man, for God's sake.
Calm down.
You're disrupting your co-workers.
Sheena, Redd's right.
You are a murderer!
I said calm down!
[groans]
[grunts]
This is no way to start the day!
Let's get this clear.
I am not a murderer.
I am a regional manager.
Find the real killer today,
you go home today.
Take six months and you'll be here for six months.
Remembering that for every second you waste
a vicious murderer will be walking about
enjoying the freedom you're currently not.
For God's sake!
That went well.
No, no, really. It was a really good idea.
Some of you could have backed me up.
If we all appeal to him, he might let us go.
[blows]
I know how he did it.
Did what'?
How Redd faked his own death.
If wasn't his burn! remains a!
It was someone else.
He must have severed his own left arm
knuwing it was all we could use for DNA analysis.
It was a setup.
So, he escaped with another patient
and used him as dead meat'?
Chopped off his own arm'?
I told you. The Lansdale Clinic changes people.
Oh, fuck!
Jesus, William, are you okay?
(Redd) William.
ls there a problem I can help you with'?
Hm'?
Hm.
It's fine. It's just a little splinter.
Mm, yes, they start small.
But the infection can spread.
You don't want that.
Ha!
Found them.
It's in deep.
[groans]
There.
[groans]
[groaning]
Got it. There.
Right.
Now, just remove the fingernail.
No, don'! look at them.
They can? stop infection.
Do it.
Now, get back to work.
And remember.
My door is always open.
Oh, fuck, William.
(Shelly) They need to get out more. Get a little style.
It's a quagmire of bad ties and cheap cologne around here.
Anyway, I'm heading to the airport now.
So, you knuw what you have to do, so do it.
Why are we stopping here?
There isn't even any--
[whizzing]
[voice-mail voice] End of messages.
[whizzing] Why are we stopping here?
There isn't even any--
[whizzing]
End of messages.
(William) You making any prugress?
No, not really.
You?
[man shouting in pain]
(Redd) Thafll teach you to be civil!
[shouting continues]
I'd like to smell her hair one last time.
My wife.
Her hair smelt great.
[shouting continues]
I hope someone's feeding my dogs.
What are their names?
Reasonable and Doubt.
I regret
not getting back in contact with my mom.
It's been years.
We didn't get along.
[shouting continues]
You know what I really regret?
I didn't get to tell my stupid boss to shove his job up his ass.
I honestly thought I had the boss from hell.
[whispers] I think that there's a way out.
The women's bathroom. There's a grate that could lead outside.
Can you open it'? No, but I'm trying.
[door bangs] Shh.
[door closes]
Dues anyune else have a funny taste in their mouth?
Yeah, like a-- Like a chemical taste.
We're being drugged.
Du you think he's gonna do something while we 're asleep?
We have to stay awake no matter what.
[clanking]
[spraying]
[keys clinking]
[machine whirring]
I'm glad we don't have to look at him anymore.
You can always channel him later.
Let's just keep focused and stay alive.
There's no reasoning with him. He's a psycho.
As opposed to a psychic, right'?
(Edward) We should get to work.
As long as we continue with our tasks, we buy ourselves time.
[knocking on door]
[groans]
This isn't a guessing game.
Times and dates, detective.
Neatness.
Punctuality.
Accuracy.
Facts.
[shouts]
At this rate we'll all be dead in two days.
Sheena, have you found anything yet'?
Let's just say it's...not the ideal working environment.
(Rudy) You mean for someone like you.
For any of us.
What number did I just type'?
I'm not getting into a guessing game with you.
That's all you do.
You just guess and you hope you get lucky.
I'm not having this conversation with you.
Well, then talk to me.
I'm not sure that I believe in what you do.
But if you can get a message to someone,
then you need to do that, like now.
Are you fucking serious?
(William) Yo u go f an y better ideas?
I mean, it can't hurt.
Right?
I think that you should try.
Please, try.
Okay.
[door opens]
(Redd) The truth.
So easy to grasp,
yet so hard to hold onto.
Some people are naturally skeptics.
It's part of their job to question everything.
Many are tau easily cunv/nced by what they see and hear.
Seeing is believing.
Others view the truth as an accumulation of facts.
Evidence
which cannot be denied.
And then there are those
who view the truth as a piece of clay
to be worked.
An art form.
Another way to lie.
Sheena O'Leary.
A renowned psychic and medium.
She recently helped the police
on the headhunter homicides case.
One could ask
why you chose to lend your powers
to this particular case.
I've assisted the police on many cases.
You did very well out of this one, though, didn't you'?
Really made a name for yourself.
You helped identify the big, bad headhunter.
Had nearly everyone convinced.
My gift is often misunderstood.
Gift'?
You call it a gift?
That's interesting because, and correct me if I'm wrong,
but a gift is something normally given for free,
and you, you charge $5.95 a minute for your gift.
You claim
you can see into the future.
Correct?
I can. At times.
But you didn't see this coming up, did you'?
[Yells]
[Whimpers]
You can't see anything, can you'?
Can you'?
No.
You won't be needing these then.
[yelling]
[yelling continues]
Wasn't so hard, was it'?
[yelling]
No! Redd, she's suffered enough!
No!
Now she's suffered enough.
[crying]
[sobs]
[opens drawer]
[closes drawer]
Right.
Get back to work.
[door closes]
(Annabelle) We 're all gonna die in here.
[crying] Like that.
We're all gonna die in here.
[crying] We're all gonna die!
[clanking]
[machine whirring]
[door opens]
What a messy girl she was.
You, uh, You want me--
Yes, Mr. Tucker.
Spick and span. Spick and span.
Okay.
[trembling voice] Okay.
This job sucks.
Good job, Mr. Tucker.
Most impressive.
I'm just happy you're happy.
That's the attitude.
If only that attitude were more evident in your other work.
In fact, I'm afraid I have to express extreme dissatisfaction
with the work of the group as a whole.
A company which does not get resuhs
cannot sustain itself.
And a company which cannot sustain itself,
has to start reevaluating its workers' positions.
It's time for a performance review.
Right.
What I want is for you to think back on that day.
The day you saw me.
Why were you at the building?
I'd been out drinking the night before.
I was hungover and I was late for a job interview.
[elevator bell]
You say I was grinning.
That's how I remember if.
And then I heard someone screaming,
and I realized it was me.
I had to get a delivery to a small publishing house.
I remember seeing this girl
who looked out of place.
Who I now know as Annabelle.
And then the elevator doors opened.
[screaming]
You looked terrified.
Like you were in shock.
I'd been tracking the headhunter for months.
I was pretty sure I knew where and when his next kill would be.
I just didn't know who it'd be.
I entered the lobby and there you were.
I told you to put the ax down.
After a moment you complied,
so I decided to use nun-lethal farce.
I took you into custody.
I did my best to have you acquitted, Redd.
Rest assured of that.
Did you really?
The prosecution's evidence,
it was overwhelming!
Guy Marr and the police asserted that I decapitated Ms. Shelly Bloom
in the lift. Correct?
Correct.
And nobody saw the actual killing
because the lift's camera was out. Also correct?
Yes.
I think you missed a key piece of evidence.
Are you aware that the lift in question was custom built'?
No.
But you are aware of Miloan brand elevators?
This black line
is the height of the Miloan brand elevator.
But this red line is the highest point
in the custom-built elevator.
Our elevator.
Okay.
Do you know how much pressure one has to use to decapitate a person?
No. No, I don't.
Because when the masked murderer
decapitated Ms. Shelly Bloom,
the prosecution asserted that he used his ax
like a guillotine to sever skin, sinew and bone
by using an extraordinary amount of farce.
Like this.
No, no, no, Redd, please.
[shouting]
[hinges squeak]
[door closes]
Thank God.
What happened in there'?
Are you okay'?
Who's Peter Bava?
What?
There's an inconsistency here.
Peter Bava.
He's listed as an alibi witness but his statement was never taken.
Maybe it got lost.
That's what I thought, too, but the statement is listed as evidence
and
Edward.
Do you know Peter Bava'?
Hang on, this is- This is your signature at the bottom, right'?
Edward.
Is that your signature?
It looks like it, but--
Well, it either is or it isn't.
What are you hiding? Nothing.
This was all along time ago.
Do you know how many oases I've worked since then'?
Why should I care about any other case but this'?
(Rudy) Redd couldrft have killed Shelly Bloom.
What'?
No, no, no, I'm not saying that.
I just- I wanna know who Peter Bava is.
No.
He didn't have enough room to swing the ax.
(Annabelle) Edward.
What are you hiding?
After I arrested Thomas Reddmann,
the media was all over me.
Detective Crandell catches the headhunter.
But Reddmann was so calm.
He had total faith in the system.
He had weak alibis for all the other murders.
He was always at work.
And when he wasn't in the office, he was nowhere he could prove.
But the second killing, he-
He had an alibi for the second.
The headhunter killing of October 14th.
Redd was firing an employee
for having a bad attitude.
That employee was a man by the name of...Peter Bava.
I asked him if he was certain
that the date he was fired on was the 14th.
And he said,
Yeah, man, check it out.
He gave me a letter of termination.
Seriously. I framed if.
The day they fired me from this place,
that was the greatest day of my life.
Come an, Peter. That guy was fucked up.
Any detective that works the streets
knows that if you've got 80% percent of the evidence, you can find the other 20%.
Well, I had 80% of the evidence. More, even.
I kept telling myself we had the right guy until Peter Bava.
But I've always known there's
a special place in hell for me for what I did.
Then I got shot on the job and I ended up in this chair.
It felt like I'd paid the price.
So, we're all here because of you.
(William) Because you 're incumpe tent
or just because you're corrupt?
Oh, now you're calling me corrupt?
You withheld evidence.
I'm no expert, but that sounds an awful lot like corruption.
It was just one witness.
I only withheld one witness.
It's all so fucking easy to judge now.
Bu! at the time there was so much pressure an me,
I had to make an arrest.
Oh, fuck me.
Edward.
Is there something you want to tell me'?
Redd.
We can talk about this.
With this new evidence, I could get you a retrial.
But it's not new evidence, is it'?
It's evidence which was deliberately withheld by you.
Please.
Oh. Ah!
Oh!
[cutting sound]
What is this'?
What are you doing?
Sh.
[panting]
Oh, is that--
Is that my blood?
Sh.
Is that my blood?
[panting]
Is that my leg'?
Is that my fucking leg'?
[Edward shouting]
So, what's the verdict, Judge Conlon'?
One leg or two'?
No! Please!
[shouting] No!
[shouting]
[door bangs]
Yes.
[knocking on door]
Redd.
Why aren't you asleep?
L-I was.
I need to go to the bathroom.
You people need to learn some self-respect.
I really--
I really need to go.
It's always something.
Five minutes.
Okay.
Let's do this.
Time's up.
Shit.
[gasps]
[clanking]
[gasps]
Shit.
[whispers] Oh, my God.
[Grunts] lgiSps]
No!
You're not meant to die!
You're meant to suffer.
Haven'! you tortured him enough?
You just don't get it, do you'?
I'm an innocent man!
All you people had to do was your jobs!
Pay a bi! of attention when you're an eyewitness.
Do a bi! ofresearon when you're defending someone.
Don't hide the evidence!
If you fucks had done that,
you wouldrft be here!
[groans]
Ah!
[gasps]
[saw whirs]
I'm out!
I'm fuckin' out!
Wake up! Wake up!
Hey, hey, hey! Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.
Wake up!
Wake the fuck up!
Yes! We're getting out of here.
What'? We're getting out of here.
Where's Redd?
He's knocked out in HR.
Wake up! It's okay. I'm awake. It's okay.
Thanks.
Oh, for fuck's sake, come on!
Okay.
Well,
get back to work!
Just bring fucking everybody.
I'm gonna leave the phone off the hook.
They're coming.
[bang]
We need weapons.
Yeah.
Are we really gonna kill this guy with stationery?
We're gonna try.
[banging]
[whispers] Where is he'?
I don't know.
Fuck.
Run!
(William) Run!
There.
Run, run, run, run!
He's heading for us.
Guilty.
I was an innocent man.
Then Dr. Lansdale turns me into this.
Tell me, Miss Hale.
In my position, what would you do'?
You're right, Redd.
It's not fair what happened to you.
All I wanted was for people to do their jobs.
Do what they signed up to do.
Except we didn't sign up for this. None of us did.
So, you can take your fucking job
and shove it up your ass!
Oh, fuck!
I'll hold him off. Go!
Don't you come any closer.
What about Rudy? He': as good as dead.
[whizzing]
Oh, my God.
Oh, shit. What a waste.
I'm afraid I'm going to have to let you go.
Annabelle.
You've got to understand.
This is nothing personal.
I mean, when you think about it, am I really the bad guy here?
I get rid of corrupt CEOs and I'm in the wrong. I mean, really?
I make the world a better place
one head at a time.
You know the plan for Bloom was no more complicated than the usual.
You just wait for the corporate bitch to get on the elevator,
and then you catch her on the next level down.
And that is when things turn ugly.
Why are we stopping here'? There isn't even--
Redd had to fuck everything up
by being on the exact same elevator.
[siren blares]
Sometimes you learn to improvise.
Getting away was the easy part.
[screaming]
In a weird way, we do have a lot to thank Redd for.
He did introduce us to each other.
It's a shame office romances rarely work out, huh'?
[groans]
[sirens blaring]
[shouts in pain]
(officer) Put your hands up!
Put your hands in the air!
Put your hands up! Get on the ground!
Get on the ground now. Put your hands up and get on the fucking ground.
Get down now! Get down now!
[mixed voices]
(woman) Her BP's spiking off the charts.
It's okay, I've got it.
And she's out.
Good.
Did you see that back there'?
Yeah, I wish I hadn't.
There were bodies everywhere.
Did it make you horny?
No.
Bu! it made me want to get back to work!
[gasps]
[alarm clock beeping]
[exhales]
[beep]
Annabelle.
Ready for tonight?
I must be the best agent in the world.
They're all gonna be looking at me and judging me.
I don't know if I'm up for it.
Sweetheart, it's not gonna look good.
You've got to get out of your apartment and face this eventually.
I know.
[grunts] I'll call you later.
Get dressed.
I'm coming over.
Okay.
You can do this
because you are one tough bitch.
[buzzer]
H ello'? It's me, darling.
Come on up.
Hi. Lock the door! Lock and close the door!
Sorry, love--
Look what you made me do.
Oh, poor Annabelle.
Such a disappointment.
I thought we had an understanding.
I really liked you.
We both kept our mouths shut and then
all of a sudden you go and write a fucking book about us'?
I mean, what were you thinking?
Huh? [knocks on door]
Whatever happened to discretion?
I got my hands on a copy of your grubby little manuscript
from a very reluctant publisher.
“Dr. I ansdale transformed Redd.
He created the boss from hell."
[laughs]
This is my favorite.
"William, on the other hand,
“was a self-made psychopath,
arrogant and deluded. "
[bangs on door]
Now, Annabelle, I don't know if you've heard this,
but there are a lot of people who are very dubious about the scribblings
of a stripper, so I'm gonna do you one last favor.
I'm gonna kill you.
They will wonder why you didn't tum up to your own book launch.
Come back here and find your decapitated body,
and see that actually
you weren't crazy!
[Yells]
[Edward screams in pain]
[clap of thunder]
Help!
[screaming] Help! Somebody!
He's trying to kill me!
Help.
Get behind me.
[thundering]
[Yells]
Please, no.
Get away from me.
Job well done, Miss Hale.
You may need some shoes.
Meanwhile
lhave a pressing appointment with Dr. Lansdale.
I'll be in touch.
[baroque music]
[no audible dialog]
(woman) And here she is haw, the aufhur,
Annabelle Hale.
[all gasp]
I'd like you to meet William Tucker.
The real headhunter.
So.
Questions?
.7 Vicious freak I
J Your skin mystique J
J Feeds my body's craving J
J I feel my spirit J
J Dispossessed J
J Desire's overtaking J
.7 Hunted like an animal I
J Messing with my dreams J
I Twisted sums I
J Then nightmares some J
L' But there's pleasure In the screams .5'
ﬂHeyﬂ
J Hey hey hey J
.7 Lying in The broken shards J
J How beautifully They cut me .9
L' Wounds that heal Bu! leave a scar .5'
.7 Dark and deep As black seam I
J After all This rippin' apart .9
J I'll put the pieces Back together .9
J Violently restrained By my addiction .9
J With this tearing At my heart .9
J I gonna break Towards the daylight .9
J Silently contained By this attraction .9
J You make me Lose my mind .9
J With your dirty Pretty lies .9
J You make me Lose my mind .9
J With your dirty Pretty lies .9
.6' Reckfess aka-romantic .6'
J Tainted by the fantasy J
.7 These delusions Are ecstatic I
L' So just take What's left of me J7
J After all This rippin' apart .9
J I'll put the pieces Back together .9
J Violently contained By this dangerous game .9
J You make me Lose my mind .9
J With your dirty Pretty lies .9
J I'm gonna lose My mind .9
J From your dirty pretty ﬂ
J Dirty pretty Dirty pretty lies .9
L' So just take What's left of me J7
L' Just take What's left of me J7
J I'm gonna lose my mind Just take what's Left ufme I
L' Just take What's left of me J7