Repo! The Genetic Opera: Chase the Morning

Mag:
Shilo?
Is your name Shilo?
Can I talk to you?
Can you come down please?
Shilo:
Why?
Mag:
So we can speak.
I saw you at the show.
I thought I'd seen a ghost.
Your resemblance is striking.
You have your mother's eyes, her hair
I was told you died with her
All these years have come and gone
How do I put this?
I'm your... Godmom.
Shilo:
State your business.
Mag:
Business?
Shilo:
What do you want?
Mag:
I want, I want to finally meet you
Something real to cling to, leave you
With the hope that you will go to
All you're meant to, all I failed to
In you is a world of promise
We have both been kept in bondage
But you could learn from all my failures.
Shilo:
I'm not suppose to talk to strangers...
Mag:
Or let them through the gate?
Shilo:
That either. A big risk.
Mag:
A big fence.
Shilo:
A big mistake.
Mag:
A new friend.
Marni:
Chase the morning
Yeild for nothing
Chase the morning
Yeild for nothing
Shilo:
Oh my god, mom!
How'd you do that?
Mag:
Do what?
Shilo:
That. That eye thing.
Mag:
These eyes can do more than see.
Shilo:
I know. I mean, I've seen you sing.
Mag:
Where?
Shilo:
From my window. I can see the world from their.
Name the stars and constellations.
Count the cars and watch the seasons.
Mag:
I wish we could have watched together.
Shilo:
I can't have guests.
Mag: Never?
Shilo: Ever.
If Dad found out that I'd been let out
Or that you'd been let it
Mag:
I should go, then, before I do
Promise me you won't
Shilo:
Better that you don't.
Mag:
Don't forget a sheltered rose
Needs a little room to bloom
Outside her bedroom
(Shilo: It's best if I resume my life
Inside my bedroom.)
Marni:
Chase the morning
Yeild for nothing
Chase the morning
Yeild for nothing
Mag:
Let your life be a dream
Integrity, honesty
It's too late for me
Don't look back
Till you're free to chase the morning
Marni:
Yeild for nothing
Chase the morning
Yeild for nothing
Yeild for nothing