In post 2031, imaginality wrote:
A song parody from the genre of movie I get to watch most often these days:
I'm the wagon, I'm not nervous
I'm as dead as the crust of the Earth is
I post cases, I push theories
And I die, though I know what their worth is
I don't ask how hard the game is
Starts with 10 indigestible pages
Lady vs Ythan, I read all their stoush, oh man
I note what I can see, push my mith scumread, but
Under the surface
I'm called berserk by the team of mafia in their three-ring circus
Under the surface
Was Hercules ever like, "Yo, I don't wanna fight Cephrir or mith?"
Under the surface
I pretty sure I'm worthless if I can't be of service
An idea: let's claim
Last chance in the game
To make the wagon crack
But no, the wagon's back, it's
Pressure, like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa
Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop, whoa, oh, oh
Gimli, thoughts on Staeg? Gim's gone 'til we're older,
While Menalque ducks reads though his team are bolder,
Who am I if I can't escape at all?
If I slip to
Pressure like a grip, grip, grip, and it won't let go, whoa
Pressure like a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa, oh, oh
Rad votes Menalque cos his read there's stronger
Lets him dodge committing a little longer
Who am I if I can't shake off it all?
If I vote mith
Under the surface
Scum hide their nerves, and push wagons, I worry 'ssumptions' gonna hurt us
Under the surface
Marashu votes for Rad though he knows how close day end is
Under the surface
I think about my purpose, can I somehow preserve this?
Line up the "I don't know"s
A last case, I suppose?
To stop the wagon rumbling
But on and on it goes
But wait, if I could shake the crushing weight of their scummy cases
Would that free some room up for joy
For better targets, to lim with pleasure?
Instead, I measure this wagon's pressure
Keeps growing, keep going
'Cause all I know is
Pressure like a drip, drip, drip that'll never stop, whoa
Pressure that'll tip, tip, tip 'til you just go pop, whoa-oh-oh
Turn to LLD, but now she's quietened, and
Ythan also won't take away my burden
Watch as Alisae posts and quotes but never nails
Their mistakes, just
Pressure like a grip, grip, grip, and it won't let go, whoa
Pressure like a tick, tick, tick 'til it's ready to blow, whoa, oh, oh
Push it to a hammer and never wonder
If the same pressure would've pulled you under
Who am I if I don't have what it takes?
No cracks, no breaks
No mistakes, no pressure
