The Sanctuary is on fire
And there's no Gerson in the library
And the SAVE points are muddied with a thousand lonely game files
And a Dark Fountain flows
The Darkners are corrupt
And we're all on so many Dark Burgers with the TV on and the curtains drawn
We're trapped in the belly of this horrible Goulden Sam
And the Goulden Sam is bleeding to death
The Rude Buster has fallen down
And the NPCs are all leering
And the Cups are all dead
At the top of their pillars
It went like this
The Bloxers toppled in on themselves
Puzzle Masters clutching Dark Dollawers
Picked thru the red bushes
And pulled out their leaves
The Cyber City was beautiful on fire
All twisted Werewires stretching upwards
Everything washed in a thin neon haze
I said, "I'm...! The bad guy."
You grabbed my keygen and we fell into it, like a prophecy, or a lullaby.
...
We woke up one [Morning], and fell a little further down
For sure is the valley of the Roaring Knight
I open up my ITEMS
And it's full of blood.