| At last you’re welcomed to the game
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| Or new reality — it’s same
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| Smile, believe, refuse, behold
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| Slipping into virtual vault.
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| All your senses are braked in
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| And your person becomes thin
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| More and more until you end
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| Poor cheated game-in friend
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| Every- every- everyone!
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| Hero that you will become
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| Will be thinking what to choose
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| Fight the monster, die or lose!
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| Now you’re happy, you are smart
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| Your sward can tear it all apart
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| Pixel blood is on your hands
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| But Level-up will bring the end
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| Happiness until first wound
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| You didn’t think that your pain would
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| Last for really too long
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| While bone reaper’s coming on
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| Every- every- everyone!
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| Hero that you will become
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| Will be thinking what to choose
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| Fight the monster, die or lose!
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| How it could be? |
| You can die?!
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| Your blood of pixels cold and bright
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| The skillet reaper has no flesh
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| To be chopped while in the clash
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| Hundred hands are sharpen scythes
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| A toothy scull for your last kiss
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| That’s all — with scream and for now on
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| You vanished and «connection lost»
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| Every- every- everyone!
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| Hero that you will become
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| Will be thinking what to choose
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| Fight the monster, die or lose!
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| Let us see what you are now?
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| You bedridden empty jar
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| That have sold it’s mind and soul
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| For the pixel shiny vault
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| You were cheated, you weren’t warned
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| Lifeless sound for last chord
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| That is not the game you calls
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| That your pulse has stopped in hosp.
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| Every- every- everyone!
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| Hero that you will become
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| Will be thinking what to choose
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| Fight the monster, die or lose! |