My dream, was just a simple diving board Something that Hamar could afford to build My dream was killed. Now I’m lost Oh God kill me now, just set me free For I no longer wish to be, I am to tired now to fight Geir Bybergs life will end tonight
Byberg
God, is that you?
You have forgotten who you are?
What do you mean?
You are the deputy mayor of Hamar The second most important man in City council. Finish the diving tower
But how? The people hate me and we have no more money
You live in Norway. There’s always more money Just hold a press conference, take the blame, and you will be fine
But what will I tell them?
Press conference Byberg
God! Press conference
God don’t leave me. Don’t leave me God
Press conference
No, God [*crying*]
I will do as you say Press conference on its way There will be biscuits there, and awkward atmosphere I will take all the blame I’ll bow my head in shame Hamar prepare for my confession