John: Lifted up by the hand of god Buried early in your grave Children frolic in the garden Serpent watching, easy prey Broken lines of 1s and 0s Reverberate inside my soul Can you hear the voice of god inside you? Or right behind you? Or lurking close? Body submerged in the curse of the code And yet I’m heard through the burns of the lies in my skull As it whispers directions, misguiding my brain Unto my altered perception, survivors are slain Held in regard as a monster, a myth But still I tear through the heart of Robloxia again And though my bones decompose, held as whole as they rot Through the years, I alone still am known as a god The veil behind Hatred The failed are Forsaken Chasing a dream as a means to end And overtaken by screams, and the lies in my head But I’m still holding my breath for every second I fight As I’m surrounded by death, a living legend on high And yet the code is holding onto me, an era of cacophony It’s tinting up my iris, telling lies of an anomaly Surrounded by the bodies of the sinless and the innocent An endless pit of broken scripts, a show of its omnipotence Purgatory for the violent Bring forth a cataclysm Never stopping, unforgiven Held inside a game Under its supervision Memory replaced Swarmed by the faces I’ve forgot Broken code from days of old And strangled by an unknown hold And mangled from the fabled day Where I was taken far from home Bringing forth a cataclysm Never stopping, unforgiven Held inside a purgatory Ever violent, never ending Drowning in its presence Though the days are seeming endless There's no way where we'll be saved, so I accept it! Make a martyr out of me Body submerged in the curse of the code And yet I’m heard through the burns of the lies in my skull As it whispers directions, misguiding my brain Unto my altered perception, survivors are slain Held in regard as a monster, a myth But still I tear through the heart of Robloxia again And though my bones decompose, held as whole as they rot Through the years, I alone still am known as a god Broken code from days of old And strangled by an unknown hold And mangled from the fabled day Where I was taken far from home Bringing forth a cataclysm Never stopping, unforgiven Held inside a purgatory Ever violent, never ending Drowning in its presence Though the days are seeming endless There’s no day where we’ll be saved, so I accept it! Make a martyr out of me Jane: Endless hell for the defiant! Bring forth a cataclysm Never stopping, unforgiven Held inside a game That stakes the false imprisoned Memory held dear Swarmed by the fearful Slowly rotting Broken code from days of old And strangled by an unknown hold And mangled by the fabled day Where we were taken far from home Bringing forth a cataclysm Never stopping, unforgiven Held inside a purgatory Never dropping till it’s ended Drowning in its presence Though the days are seeming endless There’s a day where we’ll be saved Still waiting breathless! Break the slaughter, make us free
