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It’s a shame it’s a nice day outside
Because you chose your genocide
Laughing at all of the people’s cries
Which is why you’re gonna have to die
And now everyone lies so still
Does it have you caught in a sick thrill?
Take a step closer, because then I will
Make you pay for all the people you killed
I know all of your dirty lil’ secrets
When you wish, you can make it reset
Do you not know how I’m so sick of it?
How many times have we done all this?
So here I am and now there you are
Because you took your game too far
Everyone has now took their fall
So now I have to give my all
Tenth, or hundredth, thousandth time
Which one is it, you immoral slime?
One of these turns, you’ll just kill me
But that’s a long time away.
Bred of hatred, you’re nothing
Is this world is just some twisted game?
Eventually, you’ll just kill me
But I can make you give up.
No matter how you spin it, this is how it’ll end.
Knowing this kind of makes it hard for me to have any hope at all.
But at least I will get to have my revenge
And it’s gonna end in your death
Because even when this battle is over and done
Birds will still be singing, flowers blooming, under the setting sun.
You are a demon, not a human child!
But I’ll make it worth your while.
One hundred and four
Have now reached death’s door.
So, I’ll stand my ground.
‘Cause you are going down.
(If you still feel some remorse, you still can change the course)
Time to prepare for the worst of times
Time to prepare for the moment that you die
Time I make you realize
What you made us go through with all of your lies
Now you face my hands of bone
Just the two of us, you are all alone
Now lay your weapon on the ground
Accept the carnage all around
This war now has been raging long
But you were waiting all along
Plowing through the monsters’ souls
As soon as you fell down that hole
The voice was gone, guidance ignored.
The hero fell, audience bored.
So now I’ll keep you from the king
As you stand there shivering!
But by now, this battle is getting old so
I’ll give you something to talk about here, though.
If you live, then you have my respect.
Psych. Nothing that you’ll do will earn it back.
But here’s hoping that I make it through
‘Cause there’s nothing that will SAVE you.