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Welcome to the journey! On this brilliant trip We shall traverse absurdistan To make our way to our final destination: Mutual annihilation Strap in or make yourself sparse As we begin this farce Traveling through Shitville To get torn apart by the storm Until maybe we can move on? Next pit stop is Pointless Peak Another amalgamation of lies Beware of your feet Turning and turning Running in circles, around and around Dizzy, we finally fall off the edge Straight into Snake Valley Where the snake That set us on this road Can sneak back into the fold To wreak more havoc We weren’t quite sold But now we all are And it’s no longer that far It’s playtime Time for some more mud slinging Enough slander to keep the ears ringing Nobody want to hear reason No matter it was never a goal To resolve conflict at all Almost there At the ninth circle of hell Hurray! We finally made it all the way So we can stay to play This game of insanity Feeding our own vanity Forgetting the promises we break So much destruction So much loss Is this what we become? Everyone for themselves Frozen deeper as the resentment grows Never thought these bonds were so fragile They’d shatter under a grain of mistrust Or maybe the greed just cut through The last strings keeping us together
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Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 8:05 AM UTC
Road to Figurative Hell
Welcome to the journey! On this brilliant trip We shall traverse absurdistan To make our way to our final destination: Mutual annihilation Strap in or make yourself sparse As we begin this farce Traveling through Shitville To get torn apart by the storm Until maybe we can move on? Next pit stop is Pointless Peak Another amalgamation of lies Beware of your feet Turning and turning Running in circles, around and around Dizzy, we finally fall off the edge Straight into Snake Valley Where the snake That set us on this road Can sneak back into the fold To wreak more havoc We weren’t quite sold But now we all are And it’s no longer that far It’s playtime Time for some more mud slinging Enough slander to keep the ears ringing Nobody want to hear reason No matter it was never a goal To resolve conflict at all Almost there At the ninth circle of hell Hurray! We finally made it all the way So we can stay to play This game of insanity Feeding our own vanity Forgetting the promises we break So much destruction So much loss Is this what we become? Everyone for themselves Frozen deeper as the resentment grows Never thought these bonds were so fragile They’d shatter under a grain of mistrust Or maybe the greed just cut through The last strings keeping us together
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Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 8:05 AM UTC
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