Burrowed beneath chasmic ground
Resonates a scratching sound
A child donned in social crown
Schismatic life has been profound
Janus tableaux, old life "adieu"
Ostracized to an urban stew
Egress from hell, gotta pull through
Ears perk up, eyes imbued with garnet
Arabesques in an alleyway
Bounding over city cavities
Mounting fixtures paws ablazing
Sugar swiftness magic phasing
Tiny heart begins palpitating
Under foot impressive strafing
Sidewalk sailing never failing
Tele-wires trapeze daring
Coming to a vibrant realm
Greater than the sewer's whelm
Manning (Ratting?) life's helm
A night of fright is no delight, isn't that right Velm-
A mouse sized crevice entrance
Into a chamber of pure bliss
What a time to exist
T'was an arcade safehaven
Dwelling miniature renditions
Of all the classic visions
Pat the Rat became a doyen
Wrecking all the top scores
Superbly hedonist form
Quadrupedal star wars
But strangely, he wanted something more
Despite the blight we found each other
Dominance asserting comedy ensues
Detest overshadowed by brothers
Deprivation fun-imation mends how I hated you
In the swordfish space cutter
Comet combat; astral putter
Display alert force clutter
Malfunction: rear rudder
Turbulence
Zero suit caskets
Unexpected nuisance
Short 50 cents (Game over)
Alien world beneath my feet
Ship guidance, code repeats
Spirits left should deplete
Chances are nil: dead meat
Upcoming ecosystem someplace off far
A beast of a place I can hear it gnar
Bracing, yanking, caving the accelerator
It can't end here, I am not a failure
Angelic crash landing
Death smell ya later
Hopefully this city has more than spot remover
Passing by a nightly glow
Within a graveyard of copse
Lies a bustling dojo
Num-chucks and joy-cons
A little creature perked up at my presence we made a silent correspondence
Friend in shirt pocket and parts in hand
And pieces of wandering cosmic plans
I repaired the fuselage with face brazen
And fashioned my co-pilot an arcade station
Controls, knobs, and combo functions
With his skill there's bound to be some fun
What a turn out to a bad situation
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Burrowed beneath chasmic ground
Resonates a scratching sound
A child donned in social crown
Schismatic life has been profound
Janus tableaux, old life "adieu"
Ostracized to an urban stew
Egress from hell, gotta pull through
Ears perk up, eyes imbued with garnet
Arabesques in an alleyway
Bounding over city cavities
Mounting fixtures paws ablazing
Sugar swiftness magic phasing
Tiny heart begins palpitating
Under foot impressive strafing
Sidewalk sailing never failing
Tele-wires trapeze daring
Coming to a vibrant realm
Greater than the sewer's whelm
Manning (Ratting?) life's helm
A night of fright is no delight, isn't that right Velm-
A mouse sized crevice entrance
Into a chamber of pure bliss
What a time to exist
T'was an arcade safehaven
Dwelling miniature renditions
Of all the classic visions
Pat the Rat became a doyen
Wrecking all the top scores
Superbly hedonist form
Quadrupedal star wars
But strangely, he wanted something more
Despite the blight we found each other
Dominance asserting comedy ensues
Detest overshadowed by brothers
Deprivation fun-imation mends how I hated you
In the swordfish space cutter
Comet combat; astral putter
Display alert force clutter
Malfunction: rear rudder
Turbulence
Zero suit caskets
Unexpected nuisance
Short 50 cents (Game over)
Alien world beneath my feet
Ship guidance, code repeats
Spirits left should deplete
Chances are nil: dead meat
Upcoming ecosystem someplace off far
A beast of a place I can hear it gnar
Bracing, yanking, caving the accelerator
It can't end here, I am not a failure
Angelic crash landing
Death smell ya later
Hopefully this city has more than spot remover
Passing by a nightly glow
Within a graveyard of copse
Lies a bustling dojo
Num-chucks and joy-cons
A little creature perked up at my presence we made a silent correspondence
Friend in shirt pocket and parts in hand
And pieces of wandering cosmic plans
I repaired the fuselage with face brazen
And fashioned my co-pilot an arcade station
Controls, knobs, and combo functions
With his skill there's bound to be some fun
What a turn out to a bad situation
Resonates a scratching sound
A child donned in social crown
Schismatic life has been profound
Janus tableaux, old life "adieu"
Ostracized to an urban stew
Egress from hell, gotta pull through
Ears perk up, eyes imbued with garnet
Arabesques in an alleyway
Bounding over city cavities
Mounting fixtures paws ablazing
Sugar swiftness magic phasing
Tiny heart begins palpitating
Under foot impressive strafing
Sidewalk sailing never failing
Tele-wires trapeze daring
Coming to a vibrant realm
Greater than the sewer's whelm
Manning (Ratting?) life's helm
A night of fright is no delight, isn't that right Velm-
A mouse sized crevice entrance
Into a chamber of pure bliss
What a time to exist
T'was an arcade safehaven
Dwelling miniature renditions
Of all the classic visions
Pat the Rat became a doyen
Wrecking all the top scores
Superbly hedonist form
Quadrupedal star wars
But strangely, he wanted something more
Despite the blight we found each other
Dominance asserting comedy ensues
Detest overshadowed by brothers
Deprivation fun-imation mends how I hated you
In the swordfish space cutter
Comet combat; astral putter
Display alert force clutter
Malfunction: rear rudder
Turbulence
Zero suit caskets
Unexpected nuisance
Short 50 cents (Game over)
Alien world beneath my feet
Ship guidance, code repeats
Spirits left should deplete
Chances are nil: dead meat
Upcoming ecosystem someplace off far
A beast of a place I can hear it gnar
Bracing, yanking, caving the accelerator
It can't end here, I am not a failure
Angelic crash landing
Death smell ya later
Hopefully this city has more than spot remover
Passing by a nightly glow
Within a graveyard of copse
Lies a bustling dojo
Num-chucks and joy-cons
A little creature perked up at my presence we made a silent correspondence
Friend in shirt pocket and parts in hand
And pieces of wandering cosmic plans
I repaired the fuselage with face brazen
And fashioned my co-pilot an arcade station
Controls, knobs, and combo functions
With his skill there's bound to be some fun
What a turn out to a bad situation
Writer: Peter Fox
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid