- published: 04 Jun 2016
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Actors: Tim Roth (actor), Paz Vega (actress), French Stewart (actor), David Lynch (producer), Balthazar Getty (actor), Forest Whitaker (actor), Vincent D'Onofrio (actor), David Lynch (actor), Nelly (actor), Cedric the Entertainer (actor), Phillip L. Rosen (miscellaneous crew), Jennifer Chambers Lynch (producer), Jennifer Chambers Lynch (writer), Jennifer Chambers Lynch (director), Michael Benaroya (producer),
Plot: Detective Michael Tabb knows the city of St. Louis inside and out. He has felt its true heart, as much as its dark underbelly: but he does not know who, in both the dark and light - is taking the lives of young girls. He only knows that their burned and broken bodies are washing ashore along the Mississippi River, never to return home. He wears the scars of the one time he got close. Now, he's living in the darkness himself, perhaps too deeply. His physical pain is matched only by the pain he feels each time another young girl goes missing or washes ashore. Self-medicating to both ward away and embrace this killer, he falls farther from his light. Truth be told, the closer he comes to death by his own hand, the closer he gets to solving the murders.
Keywords: title-directed-by-femaleWe hared the blare to fight again
Loading the guns for the ultimate destruction
Millions around are gone they're dead
About to break the front line again
Their troops are near I sense they come
I feel their fear it smells like mine
We' ll disappear like rats again
The second front, oppose and die
Moving
Back to no man's land
Kill the bastard's son
Poisoned by the gas
Better them than us
I rule the ground I don't belong
Among carnal reasons
Beyond all I'm in control
I command men which are long gone
I'm shell shocked
Nobody wants to die in vain
Bound to survive nothing to gain
With self conceit the pure we kill
We're primitive with dark desires
Nothing to see beyond the line
No one out there to complete my crime
Have no respect for my believes
Last night they even killed the priest
Nobody cared for us
Disposable but honored
Our cry for help has died
We die in land we borrowed
Supplies are long time gone
Whose god has gone so wild?
I have become a bait