The only copy left,
when the floppy breaks...
Hold down, metal sprocket.
My head is like a rocket ship, at a loss for fuel...
Being a fly on the wall is so overrated;
though I wish I didn't have to find out the hard...
Licking his lips from bloody pesticide,
snickering at all of the young ones...
What's that sound?
The Erie sound...
The Reavers' Song
Behold, our desolate world...
Well I was just a guy, wondering around in life,
the regular type, always nice...
Life is like a smokey haze.
Feel the crazy waves roll...
Sullen and fallen
The leaves danced and swayed...
In the world of death
We travel the road...
And then came the day
When the nightmare became a reality...
A shrieking sound grinds through gears,
Deus cries out, his work incomplete...