(Lyrics)

Not just gonna be a fool

Not just gonna be a tool

To a system so cruel

Calling out sick as fuck

Rolling forward like a truck

I'll do a sick ass flip into your pool

(Yeahhh!)

Waking up, I have to pee

I just try to leave her be

But still she's waiting there for me

In the darkened black of night

I cannot turn on the light

Or else I'll be in for a fight

The beast approaches nearer still

Moving closer for the kill

I better write my last will

The beast approaches, gaining fast

Guess I better move my ass

Or this night could be my last

Here she comes

While I'm still sitting on the can

No escaping from my fate

Here she comes

Before I can turn on the fan

For the room I need to ventilate

Terror of the night

Approaching at the speed of light

With a strong appetite

She'll never, never, never, never, never

Give up in her fight

With eyes of fire

And her spirit burning high

Won't get her meal until it's time

But still as long as she's alive and well

You know she's gonna try

They tell me one and one makes two

But what am I supposed to do

When option fever's setting in

Where does a lie end and the truth begin?

I'm search for a meaning

When it might not be there

I read between the lines

Hoping for hidden answers anywhere

Still coming up with nothing

Nothing that I can see

If life won't give me an answer

Only I can tell me what to be

Even in the darkest hour

Even in the deepest fear

When all the world is crashing down around you

You'll be here to stay

Don't give in, you got the power

Truth becoming oh so clear

Make it known to everyone around you

Life is yours to live it your own way

I essentially started by throwing MIDI songs of questionable quality on the internet for fun, and we have come full circle tonight, let's go!

Lyrics:

Me: Ok.

Logan (inaudibly unless every other track is muted, but the mic did pick it up for realsies): Sing your fart out.

Me: Technical difficulties were had in the middle of this and I did not make up lyrics because I didn't have time, so let's fucking go~!

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My favorite guitar was out of commission and I'm a little sleepy, but I did my best with a scattered brain and a midi template in FL Studio. Enjoy. Or don't, I dunno, I'm not a cop.

My cat is very skilled at walking on my keyboard like a dingus while I mess with various samples and audio clips I have laying around.

All along the coast of the Jersey Shore

Where the toxic waste dumps brew

There was once a baby dinosaur

Drinking waste from a worn down shoe

He was changed right then

To a hundred and ten shitzillion stories tall

So he grabbed a lighthouse between his claws

And he used it to scratch his dinosaur balls

And his name was...

Spaghettio Pastaroni

Scourge of the Jersey Shore

He came to kick some ass and eat some glass

But he's all out of ass and now he needs some more

Spaghettio Pastaroni

Terror of the deep blue sea

His giant dong is miles long

And he needs to let that shit hang free

It prints sharts and also poops and farts sometimes, just like us kind of sort of, and unlike us, it is a factory. Enjoy, I think probably maybe*[citation needed] No, yeah, I like it.

I ain't 'fraid of no ghost! I ain't 'fraid of no woods! I will fist fight the forest creatures with my bare knuckles, let's goooo!