The Echo Police shoot twice and ask you Zero Zero questions. Shady sessions
in the backroom... Double spotlight, they whistle tunes. They hole you up,
a hollow wall... They hear you call. The needle's in the red. The print-out
scribbles > in code. No-one shows an ounce of mercy; no-one
turns a hair. You scream, you shout and they shout back. Exact, in tune....
no room for argument. The Echo Police just don't know how.