- Toby: Why here? - It's quiet,
and, uh, every few months,
they dump truckloads of new silt from the bay.
So you bury something here, it gets buried again and again.
Yeah.
Why'd you move him?
You questioned me.
You were right about some things,
and I got scared.
So you went to Pernell Harris for help.
No. I did it all by myself.
I dug up Shane, and I put him in Julio Farkas' backyard.
- You're lying, Keith. - No.
You're lying. You couldn't have done that.
We had people watching you.
You went to that church,
and you stayed in that church.
Pernell moved Shane's body.
- No. - Dumped it at Julio's.
No. It was me.
It was only me.
It's a straight shot from the kill site to the dump site.
I don't know about that.
I'd take the 580 to the 4, get off on Maricopa.
You would?
Even with the little express lane camera
snapping shots of you every 2 miles?
Come on. There's a couple places he could have stopped.
Mike Alcala said it was an older white guy
with gray hair, goatee.
That doesn't sound like you.
Why would he lie?
I wouldn't say anybody's lying.
Sometimes people get things wrong.
Is that why you tried to kill him?
I only know about Shane.
Right.
Shane.
He was a good one.
$2.25
$3.75
Hey, uh, these cameras, do they work,
or are they just for show?
Of course they work.
How many times did you stab him?
Four or five.
Where?
The leg. Femoral artery.
Why bleed him out?
Why not just slit his throat and be done with it?
I wanted him to have time for salvation.
Salvation for what? Oh, that's right.
You're born again.
How does murder work with being a born-again Christian?
I'm not perfect.
None of us are.
What about lying?
Is that okay for a good Christian boy?
I'm not lying.
You know what this looks like, Keith?
It looks like you're covering for Pernell Harris.
You tried to kill the only witness against him,
and that didn't work,
and this is your last resort.
If you were a good Christian boy,
you'd tell me the truth right now.
I murdered Shane, and I need to pay.
But killing a cop means the death penalty.
Uh... that sounds fair.
- Sacrifice. - [door buzzes]
- [door opens] - That's very Christian.
[door closes]
Get up.
Thank you for your time, Mr. Dennison.
You're free to go.
No, no. I killed Shane.
No, I don't think so.
I think we got the right guy.
Thank you for your time.
- Wait! - Hey!
Aah! My God! Uhh!
That fucking cop begged me for his life!
He cried for his babies!
I bled him slow! I laughed!
Get him the fuck out of here.
- No! - Get up.
I killed him!
[blues vocalization]
♪ Now I'm in love again ♪
♪ No, this time it's not ♪
♪ With my hand ♪
♪ Wandering, murdering ♪
♪ Every time that I get ♪
♪ The chance ♪
♪ I'm a human ♪
♪ But remember first ♪
♪ I'm a man ♪
♪ These streets ♪
♪ Got me wandering ♪
♪ Looking for my fix again ♪
♪ I should've prayed ♪
♪ The night before ♪
♪ Now I'm losing ♪
♪ Everything I have ♪
♪ Yesterday it felt so good ♪
♪ But now today ♪
♪ It feels so bad ♪
synced and corrected by susinz *www.addic7ed.com*
Welcome back, Bay Area.
Well, the focus in the Shane Caldwell murder case
has been all about privileged 1%-er Judge Pernell Harris,
but I say enough about the alleged perpetrator.
Let's talk about the family for once...
slain officer Shane Caldwell's family.
Heather,
how are you and the kids doing?
We're doing okay, I guess.
My kids knew that their daddy had a dangerous job.
Do you think Judge Harris killed your husband?
I just want whoever did this to pay.
You must miss Shane terribly.
When I lost Owen, I was inconsolable.
I clung to little things.
For months, I sprayed his cologne on my pillow.
[sniffle] I wear Shane's ring.
I put it on after they brought him home to me.
Crystal: We need to talk, Pernell.
Crys, hey.
Why don't you sit down?
We need to strategize.
Sweetheart, I don't want you worrying about this trial.
Nick: It's not about the trial.
It's what we do after you're convicted.
Hang on. Nobody's getting convicted.
I need to plan for a future without you, Pernell.
What the fuck are you doing?
Nick can help me do that.
- [gasp] - Get the fuck off my wife.
[Crystal grunts]
Come on, Pernell.
How do you think I got him to take your case?
- Harder. - [grunt]
- Uhh! - Don't stop.
Crys!
Pernell. Judge Harris.
Are you with me?
Oh, doc.
You got to make these stop.
- Yeah. Who were you talking to? - Nobody.
It doesn't matter.
But I was paralyzed. Couldn't move.
You couldn't move in the vision or in reality?
Both.
It happened to me yesterday, too.
So these are ongoing.
You have a hunch.
Spit it out.
Well, fluctuating coherence,
waking hallucinations, muscular rigidity.
These are all symptoms to Lewy Body Dementia.
Does that ring a bell?
I sent somebody to prison.
Murdered four people in cold blood.
His lawyer said he had that Lewy Body.
Tried to plead insanity.
If that's what it is, there's a cure, right?
There's no cure, just drug therapy.
Okay, what drugs?
Now, first we need to confirm the diagnosis.
I don't want to spend any extra time on this.
Why don't we just go right into the therapy?
Yes.
I found my father laid out on the floor of the kitchen,
j-just like you were a minute ago.
The whole right side of his body was paralyzed.
I thought he had a stroke.
Nope. Pinched sciatic nerve.
First we do the tests.
[water running]
Coming up, how high up does one have to be
on the City Council's food chain
to make society look the other way?
Special correspondent Yasmin Florenoy
has a story that'll make you count down the days
to the next municipal election.
- You lied to me. - Jesus Christ.
What the fuck are you doing in my house?
What the fuck are you doing in my life?
Someone took a shot at me because of you.
I'm looking for my son's program.
Bathwater?
Sure... here you go.
Anne Wu gave you that. Why?
She hired me to crack it
and get it ready for the market.
Wait. PJ wanted to distribute this free.
How do I do that?
He did?
That's why he wouldn't sell it to Anne.
He used his encryption key to access the source code.
Upload that into the web. Doesn't matter where.
Just put PJ's name on it, and the right people will find it.
I'm not even sure I know what you're talking about.
The encryption key is like a password.
The source code is like gibberish without it.
With it, it's Bathwater.
Did Anne have the key?
If she does, it's probably at Brooks Innovations.
I'll pay you to help me get the key back.
Can't spend money if I'm dead.
Then don't die.
Jocelyn?
Jocelyn!
- Oh. - Asa, I'm fine.
- You scared me. - I'm okay, I'm okay.
Don't be scaring a black person like that, J.
My therapist asked me to do this
before our session today.
How much do you pay this damn shrink again?
[both laughing]
It's really not as insane as it sounds.
It's... [cough]... exposure therapy.
She says that, um,
if I can get through talking about the assault,
then it'll just become another story and not a scar.
Oh, shit. I'm sorry. Is that, uh...
Genuine alligator.
They swim, right?
So do you have, like, a bad juju about water?
Yeah.
I did. I almost drowned when I was a kid.
I lost consciousness and everything.
You want to tell me the happy ending?
My dad bought me a set of water wings,
and he said that they were magic.
And, uh...
that was it. I was in the water all summer.
PJ would have called that a hack.
You're right.
But how does it help you with the...
The rape?
Rape.
You can call it that.
That's... That's what it was.
Yeah, magic water wings for rape.
I don't... I don't know. I'm trying to figure that one out myself.
That fucking psychopath Keith Dennison?
You just let him walk?
You don't kick any confession
without calling me first.
- That was a sure thing. - Was it?
Come on, Gil. You know how this goes.
You charge one guy. His buddy confesses.
You charge the buddy, they point fingers at each other.
Boom. Reasonable doubt.
You really want me to pick up this no-name career criminal?
I'll do it right now.
Don't give me that.
You know exactly what I want:
that arrogant fuck Harris
permanently off the bench and buried in a super max.
But it's my face on this trial,
and I won't let him embarrass me again.
I wouldn't have let Dennison go
if I didn't have a good reason.
Now come on. My guys found something
that's going to help us out.
Are we going somewhere?
The 77 line is my new temporary housing.
Runs 24 hours, and it's never empty.
Makes it harder to shoot me.
Why does somebody think
PJ's program is worth killing for?
Do you even understand what Bathwater is?
- What it does? - Yeah.
It's got something to do
with not being tracked by the Web.
No. What Bathwater does is randomly poison
the information they collect from you.
One time it's age, then it's gender,
then location, whatever.
And if one piece of information is tainted,
the data vultures have to throw out
everything they collected:
the baby with the bath water.
Get it?
PJ was clever.
PJ was a fucking anarchist.
So who was shooting at us?
Brooks?
Facebook, Google, Palantir.
I mean, there's a long list of companies
whose main business is collecting our personal data
and selling it.
If Anne was working for herself,
why would this... this encryption key be at Brooks?
You'll find something on those servers.
You remember where, right?
Yeah.
[ding]
Your stop.
Do you remember me when... I was the judge... in your trial?
Your lawyer said you had Lewy Body Dementia,
that you were insane,
but I didn't believe it.
I think I might have the same thing.
I wanted to talk to you.
Would you talk to me?
My life depends on it.
I only talk to people who have been touched.
You been touched?
You have.
He talks to you, doesn't He?
Who?
You know who.
Did He give you a message for me?
No.
He used to whisper to me through a waitress.
Sometimes animals.
I have visions...
through my dead son.
You're so blessed.
[scoff] I can't hear Him anymore.
They make me take drugs.
And these drugs, they...
they make it go away.
They say hell is the depravation of the presence of God,
and they're right.
What do they give you?
Quetiapine.
You're a judge.
Please make them stop.
I...
sincerely wish you the best of luck, Mr. Brody.
And the spirit
I will put within you
will take away the stony heart
out of your flesh.
Ezekiel.
Please!
Make them stop giving me that poison.
I wanted to be with Him again!
[thump]
[checkers clatter]
Please.
[chatter]
Ah, fuck.
[chatter]
Okay. Sit down. Roll up your sleeve.
I don't need the test. Just give me the prescription.
No. Sit down.
God damn it, why?
This drug your asking for, quetiapine,
it's barely in circulation anymore
because it's harmed more people than it's helped.
So first we confirm the diagnosis.
- Sit. - It's Lewy Body.
I know it is. I talked to the guy who had it.
Everything he was describing
is exactly what I was experiencing.
This guy was a cold-blooded killer.
They gave him the drug.
He's sitting around like a pussycat.
If this can fix me, why wait?
So you talked to one guy,
and now you have all the answers?
It's that easy?
Is that the problem? If it's too easy,
it's gonna fuck up the chapter you want to write about me?
Oh, no. I'm not going to write a chapter on you.
I'm looking at a whole goddamn book.
And the only thing in question is the ending.
Do I actually find out what's wrong with you
and solve your problem,
or do I spit the words "I told you so"
right into the hole I carve in your brain
after you OD'd on drugs you never should have taken?
Either way, it's going to be a great book.
Fuck this.
Nathan?
You wanted to see me?
Yes. Come in.
And close the door.
No. Put that away. You don't need it.
How was your meeting?
Excuse me?
I came by your office earlier.
Your assistant Ariella said you had a meeting.
Huh.
How did that happen, I wonder.
Oh. Uh, I don't know.
No.
Of course not.
How could you?
You heard of the Japanese honeybee.
Fierce little warriors.
They get attacked by 3-inch hornets,
but the bees know the hornets' weakness:
heat.
The bees swarm the hornet and vibrate,
raising the temperature so high,
their enemy cooks in its own skin.
We are the Japanese honeybee.
Those who don't understand our work,
they're the hornets.
Do you see?
It's beautiful.
The hive takes care of itself.
If even one of us is distracted,
we all become vulnerable.
How can I help you?
Quetiapine is... an unusual request.
What condition are you treating?
Hemorrhoids.
Of course.
Many patients take comfort in Oxy Contin...
say, 80 milligrams?
Give me what I asked for.
You should know
there's a chance of stroke, heart attack,
and other complications.
Okay.
Do not deviate from the instructions.
At Garland Hills Clinic, we value two things:
health and privacy.
When Dr. Magic Pills is giving dire warnings,
you know you shouldn't be taking this shit.
He was shot in the head. Do you know him?
You're the one who bought the paper.
And he was the one asking for you
while you were out gallivanting in Stockton.
Two tablets twice a day. You got any water?
Red Bull.
Take it or leave it.
Lesley Levay: Freeze it right there.
It's not crisp,
but I think I see Judge Pernell Harris
looking like he won first place in a digging contest.
I'm with District Attorney Gilbert McCauley.
Thank you for joining us.
It was an invitation we couldn't turn down.
It's our job, after all,
to keep the people informed.
Mr. McCauley,
that is an awful lot of air fresheners.
Wouldn't you agree?
Well, numbers are relative, Lesley.
To say anything else would be conjecture.
But the DA's office is in possession
of this video, correct?
Yes, we are.
What we're curious about is how you came by it.
Trusted and legal sources.
And that's all you're going to charm out of me.
This gas station is near where we now know
Officer Shane Caldwell was killed and buried.
That is correct.
Later, of course, we know
Officer Caldwell's body was dug up and moved.
That is also correct.
Well, if I was on the Harris defense team,
I would be praying for a plea bargain.
And if I were you, I'd be going after the death penalty.
Well, uh, you certainly do have a talent
for looking at things from both sides, Lesley.
We'll just have to see what the people think.
In the meantime, Judge Pernell Harris is still free.
Mr. Harris is entitled to his bail.
Well, of course.
Pernell Harris isn't exactly Mr. Everyday Average Citizen.
Wouldn't we all like to be walking around
with millions of dollars and a pet mayor in our pocket
to handle our indiscretions?
I know how you feel about the part you played in the deal.
Well, what do your colleagues at Brooks think?
Ask them.
Well, Guy Guillet just died.
Aneurysm. Instant.
That's why I try to stay in front of this blood pressure thing.
What about Anne Wu? I can't seem to get in touch with her.
Brooks fired her. Haven't heard from her since.
Facebook's dormant.
She's not answering her phone.
I put in a call to her parents.
It's like the woman just fell off the face of the earth.
Okay, I'm confused.
What type of story are you writing?
Bobo, don't you think this is weird?
One person is dead, and the other one's missing.
No, I don't think it's weird, and all...
A door closed means private meeting.
Yeah, Dad, have you been watching the news?
Yeah, okay, enough of the attitude.
Spit it out, Asa.
You need to catch up on the "Lesley Levay Report."
She's got a video on Pernell that's not a good look.
- What? - She went out of her way
to say that Robert Boston is a teacup poodle
in Pernell Harris' pocket.
Fuck!
It's not your fault, Keith.
It's because of me they found that video of you.
This was all supposed to stop.
They thought I killed him before.
Why did they let you go?
Son of a bitch Toby.
Trying to railroad me.
He's corrupt. The whole force is corrupt.
[grunt]
You must hate me.
No.
There's too much goodness in you.
I don't understand.
Son
I don't know anybody
that would have stepped up like that for me.
I love you...
for trying to make that sacrifice.
You feel okay, Judge Harris?
Go home, okay?
I'll take care of everything.
Don't you worry about anything.
The key isn't anywhere in the Brooks servers.
We're fucked.
But I'm done looking.
Forget the money. I'm getting out of town.
Stop pretending you don't give a shit.
My son was in so much pain, he shot himself,
and I didn't see it coming.
This is the last thing I will ever be able to do for him.
Anne worked at Brooks for three fucking years.
There's got to be something on that server
that can help us.
Apex.
What's Apex?
Anne mentioned it once.
She said that she used it
to get Bathwater in the first place.
Fuck.
If it's not in her office,
it's got to be in her apartment.
Do you really want to walk into Anne's apartment?
[phone buzzes]
[buzz]
What's going on with you?
I'm good.
How are you, beautiful?
Excuse me, sir. No, they're in a meeting right now.
No, it...
[scoff]
If you are hiding anything else, I need to know.
Because it's coming out. You can count on it.
There is nothing else.
No? So you have a good explanation
- why you were at that gas station. - Don't go there, Nick.
Well...
this whole case just got turned inside out, didn't it?
Hey. How's everybody doing?
Like I give a shit.
What is the plan?
We can fix this.
- I can fix this. - The damage is done.
They have you on video covered in dirt.
You look like you could have Caldwell's severed head in your van.
Three quarters of the jury base watches Levay.
They already think you're guilty.
Tramble, I wasn't asking for an audio replay.
The woman called me Pernell's lap dog
on TV live.
But he can fix that.
The mayor can't be associated with a man
who'll be convicted of murder.
Is that any way to talk about your godfather?
Come on, come on. Give me a hug.
Nick: I filed a request for a change of venue.
- That's it? - Yeah. That is it.
Because when you get blindsided by your own client,
you don't get to go on the attack.
You get to lick your wounds.
You're just fucking everybody's shit up, aren't you?
Guys, look, someone in SVPD leaked that footage.
Okay? Source or not, that's illegal, right?
Let's go after them, and let's get Levay on libel.
Now you're talking.
Crystal: It's a PR problem, Bobo.
You need to change the narrative.
Give people another image of Pernell.
I like the way you think, Mrs. Harris.
I'm sorry. So what are you saying, a press conference?
Or mass hypnosis?
He is not going on camera.
I... I'm good on camera.
No, no, no. A press conference is too defiant.
It needs to be an interview.
I've already got a call in to Jeremy Lynch.
How about Lesley Levay?
You hate Lesley Levay.
Yeah, I hate Lesley Levay,
but, I mean, you're right, Crys.
People got to look me in the eye
and let them hear me say I'm innocent.
I am innocent.
That could speak to the audience
that already thinks you're guilty.
Not much to lose with them.
Bobo: Okay, has everybody gone crazy?
Levay is an expert at making people lose their shit.
He'll be target practice for her.
I'm telling you, man, I can hold my own with her.
I'll give the audience something else to focus on.
Okay, no. Trust me.
We keep giving this man the benefit of the doubt,
and we keep getting bit in the ass.
I'd feel a lot better
if his loving wife was by his side.
Great idea.
Levay is in. I'm getting details.
Thank you.
I'm pretty sure you don't want to do this,
so thank you.
I don't hate you, Pernell.
Oh.
Well, I love you, too.
Wait. W-Wait.
I need to ask you something.
And don't lose your shit.
It'll be good practice for you.
[chuckle]
When, um...
your guy cleaned up after...
what did he do with Anne's things?
He left them there.
He made sure there was no trace of you or what happened.
- What about her keys? - Wait... Whoa.
Why are you asking me this?
Crys, whatever you're thinking about doing,
don't, okay?
So you still have them.
Where are the keys?
[dog barking]
Babe, we have to talk to Mrs. Wexler.
Her dog won't stop barking.
[barking continues]
I asked her to keep him in at night.
- Oh. - [barking]
[sigh]
[silence]
Do you hear that?
Huh.
[screaming]
[gunshot]
[screaming]
Joselyn.
- [gasp] - Joselyn.
Hey.
[sobbing]
Hey. It's over.
I'm sorry.
The...
The dog was barking.
And I remember
that I didn't think I was getting off that floor.
I remember a ring.
And that I didn't want to die.
And how do you feel now?
I don't know.
I don't know, but I... I...
I... I got through it, didn't I?
- Yes, you did. - Yeah.
Yes, you did.
- [chatter] - Man: We roll in 30 seconds.
- You ready to dive back in? - Yes.
Man: All right, here we go.
5, 4, 3...
We are back and personal
with Judge Pernell Harris and his luminous wife.
And I have to thank you, Crystal,
for allowing us a peek at this garden.
Well, any time.
Judge Harris, your story is no secret
to the city of San Vicente,
and it's a pretty tragic one.
Well, I mean, it may not sell newspapers, but...
we've also had some happy times.
That's very brave of you to say,
especially after the year your family has had.
Your daughter-in-law raped,
your son, consumed with guilt, shoots himself...
I don't think that any of us can ever truly know
what was... what was going on inside PJ's... mind
right at that moment...
especially you.
Of course not.
But can you tell me what you were thinking
when you entered a vicious legal battle
with your son's wife
over the right to keep him on life support?
We were, uh, holding out hope
that he might wake up.
But despite every doctor
telling you that was impossible,
you still publicly attacked a rape victim for weeks
before ultimately changing your mind?
Answer the question, Dad.
The truth.
I was wrong,
and when I realized that, I corrected the situation.
Then is it possible that you were wrong
when you accused the late officer Shane Caldwell
of raping your daughter-in-law?
You know, I didn't... kill anyone.
I'm being framed by the police department.
Framed?
By the cops?
I happen to know that a suspect has come forth
with a complete confession,
including details that only...
only the killer could know,
and they just set it aside without a second thought.
There's something terribly disturbing going on here.
You make it sound like a witch hunt.
Oh, it's worse than that. It's corruption.
The entire force is rotten.
That's quite an indictment coming from you.
Can you tell me how you know this?
Well, perhaps you should ask the man behind the curtain:
Chief Toby Clay.
That's an interview
I would really like to see.
[door opens]
Join me?
No, but go ahead.
You did good.
Was that true what you said about the police?
I think so.
Hmm.
What else?
You had that look in your eye.
Crys, I swear I'm not having any visions.
I need Anne's keys.
[metal scraping on pavement]
[grunt]
You know what that poison does to you, Dad, don't you?
[grunt]
- Turns your heart into stone. - No.
I-It works. I'm cured.
Cured of what?
- God? - [grunt]
Never.
[thud]
[door opens]
Lisa: Mr. Harris. Mr. Harris!
Call 911!
Welcome, Bay Area, to a "Levay Report"
exclusive prime time special,
as we get up close and personal
with Judge Pernell Harris and his wife Crystal.
He's wealthy, he's powerful,
larger than life, and charged with murder.
She's the flawless, regal woman at his side
while Judge Pernell Harris
makes a startling accusation of his own:
framed by the cops.
I happen to know that a suspect has come forth
with a complete confession, including details that only...
only the killer could know.
We've already talked to the widow.
I wear Shane's ring.
I put it on when they brought him home to me.
Stay tuned while we talk to the suspect.
That was a parting gift.
Stolen the night Jocelyn was raped.
Crys.
Anne's place is empty.
It was cleaned out.
Somebody knows.
Crys, leave this.
I don't want you getting involved.
They told me about this drug that you took.
Why are you taking it?
It's for anxiety.
Been a rough couple of weeks.
I thought it would help.
I want to...
I'm try... I'm trying to get better, Crys.
I want to get better for you.
I see how hard you're trying.
I do.
Crystal.
I... I need to talk to him.
Oh, uh, he's... he's asleep.
What is it?
Can you tell me?
Um...
he was right all along.
Shane Caldwell raped me.
You're sure?
Yeah.
And I... I was going to drop it.
I wasn't going to ask anymore about the book
or why PJ called Pernell last
before he shot himself.
But now I... I need to know.
Is there more?
Don't I deserve to know?
You're not going to like it.
It...
changes everything...
knowing.
I heard what happened.
Yeah, you and everybody else in San Vicente.
Come on. I'll give you a ride.
Vegas or TJ?
I think you'll feel better once you see Pernell.
Actually...
I feel just fine without seeing Pernell.
I'm done.
He's still your friend, Bobo.
Friend.
Would a friend get his homeboy
entangled in this bullshit?
Would a friend let a whole city believe
that he's the true mayor
pulling the strings
on a puppet he put in the office?
They're even saying
that it was Pernell who brought Brooks in
when I was the one who courted Brooks,
kept the deal alive for years
and took it all the way to that concrete pour...
that fucking concrete pour.
I'm going to find out who they is,
and I'm going to put my foot up their ass.
How about that?
- Not the foot. - The foot.
You got my back, huh?
I got your back.
And when they read the story,
they're going to know the truth.
You're not standing in anyone's shadow,
especially not Pernell Harris.
Okay.
Yeah.
Thank you for that.
I called ahead.
The hospital's ready for you.
Yeah, change of plans.
I'm going to go home...
straight home.
You coming?
That monstrous fucking bitch.
W-What kind of woman has another woman raped?
She wanted to hurt him.
She was jealous.
Did he love her back?
No.
It was just a fling,
and he broke it off.
Is that an excuse?
No. No.
I knew.
I didn't know then,
but I was... it was right there.
Ohh.
I knew when I caught him
getting out of the Eastwood Apartments.
He said that he had a meeting.
That fucker.
This is a trap, guaranteed.
Don't worry.
Somebody shoots up this neighborhood,
the homeowners' association would skin them alive.
How did you find this place?
[gasp] What the fuck is this?
The dead son was chopping it up
with the woman who stole his software?
What difference does it make?
Let's find this Apex thing and get out of here.
Wilson.
[line rings]
You sure Apex is a drive?
- [ring] - Oh, shit.
[ring]
Man: Apex.
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♪ Smoke and mirrors, you lied to me ♪
♪ You're not who I thought you were ♪
♪ It's buildin' up inside of me ♪
♪ I'm sure you'll get what you deserve ♪
♪ 'cause fate has a funny way ♪
♪ Of turning things around ♪
♪ And karma is a bitch ♪
♪ She's gonna hunt you down ♪
♪ Oh, all these tears I've cried ♪
♪ Are gonna put out the flames ♪
♪ Of my burning house ♪
♪ The winds will change ♪
♪ 'cause fate has a funny way ♪
♪ Of turning things around ♪
♪ You better watch out ♪
♪ It's gonna take you down ♪
♪ In the morning everything is clear ♪
♪ I pinch myself, and I'm still here ♪
♪ Please don't let me disappear ♪
♪ When everything burns down ♪
♪ In the fire ♪
♪ So burn it down or rise again ♪
♪ The flames will get me higher than I've ever been ♪