Lyrics: Taco: Look at them! It's so pathetic, How they run to fetch their sticks. Sure, call me polemic, unsympathetic, At least I know other tricks! Look at me and all you'll see is the debris of some defective outcast. A frenetic, antithetic (if poetic) little iconoclast But I won't live in the past. I almost won this game once, you know. But! History is rearranged just to credit those who win the glory So reality is changed in the edit when they spin the story And we choose, to feel this pain And we lose, more than we gain But I will break this cycle, Of mistakes, unlike all, Of these snakes whom I call to condemn If I can't win the prize, I'll play this last reprisal, Just to bring their lies all to an end. Taco: -Ack! MePad: You need regeneration. Taco: Unfortunately, I dont have much faith in that process. MePad: Of course not. Taco: Why "of course not?". MePad: You believe yourself to be incapable of starting over, in more ways than one. I do not know who you lost, but is it not possible to get them back? Taco: "Clear the slate, start again", Are you hearing how preposterous that sounds? How do you not comprehend that for someone with my monstrous background The whole slate has fallen apart MePad: ♫ Taco that is not true. There are other ways to- Taco: Its too late- MePad: It's not too late, Taco: For me to restart! Taco: But it's not I, its they (Let us talk about it when your), Who deign to play this game, so (head is not so clouded. You're no), Cruel and inhumane, base and uncouth (menace, Taco, how did they hurt you?) (Please think this through) I think they're too afraid to, (Feeling double-crossed is part of), Bear the bed they've made (Dealing with a loss, yes, but the), Can't bring themselves to face the awful truth (Healing is a process, that's the truth) Taco: So I'm turning up the heat to "sauté" I've a beef to get grilled But I fully guarantee today that all the beans that get spilled Won't be mine, no I'm fine Shhhh... Now it's time.
