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There’s a monster in the Archives and it wears Jon’s face.
Everybody’s wondering when he got replaced
In the coma, on the run, when he got the damn job
Or maybe there was never a real “Jon” to rob
Sasha used to say that everything’s a mask
But Jon knows there’s a real self, you only have to ask
And tear off each layer, break every fragile wall
He thinks his worst fear is that his might fall
They’ve all read the statement, heard his voice on the tape
Confessing to his crimes, that it wasn’t a mistake
The webs that entrap him merely guide his path
And rip every good thing that he’s ever had in half
It tears the all the pieces of his life into shreds
And pulls him along with invisible threads
But the true decisions he makes on his own
He decided to charge into the unknown
Daisy doesn’t look at him more than she has to
And a part of him wants to scream “No, not you too”
She’s supposed to be a monster, she’s supposed to understand
He knows how many people died at her hand
And maybe that’s why she won’t look him the eye
Because she knows more than anyone he doesn’t want to die
And a knife at a throat, made to stay at his desk
Doesn’t matter the difference, they lead to his death