Lyrics:[Ready up]So there's this story forget about love,hope and glory,Just focus on the elements that make a story gory then just multiply the horror by the 935,And amplify your mind to grasp the principles of time and,Prepare to receive the memories they want you to see,and understand that all your other memories,are floating out to sea in a soliloquy of disharmony,And that the key to our story is now nothing but a dream,And our hero he can't feel his hands,He was sent with the plans,From the desk of some foreign man,He set his feet down on some German land,Confronts a psychopath with the ratio of man,And now he's tied tightly to the arms of a chair,He shakes and struggles violently and screams out loud in despair,He feels a cold chill flowing through the room and the air,He smells the stench of taxidermia as a shadow appears,[GAME OVER!]And there is a little girl and she,she likes teddy bears and,the way that you look when your covered in blood and with nowhere to run,[GAME OVER!]And that little girl she, likes matroska dolls and the way that your eyes roll back into your head as you slip into death,Welcome to the jungle of the rising sun the first taste of Hellhounds and a lightning gun,Little miss maxis watches you as you indefinitely run,turning only momentarily to re-murder the dead ones,And this is one of two of your earliest memories,Before the horrors that you witnessed in the hallways of Der Riese,You find your partner 'Eddy' stumbling his words,Making out he's never heard of linking vril inspired diodes,To the core of the story as the lines begin to blur,The addition of continuum's makes only for absurd,Twists and turns as you land inside the land of Propaganda,Where Nazi wartime fashions litter all the walls and banners,Hang proud from the ceiling covered in dust and decay,Leaving three war criminals outnumbered and afraid,That they put their trust in the hands of an egotistical meso-maniacal liar with the sole intention of controlling the moshes with his mind,[GAME OVER!]And there is a little girl and she,she likes teddy bears and,the way that you look when your covered in blood and with nowhere to run,[GAME OVER!]And that little girl she, likes matroska dolls and the way that your eyes roll back into your head as you slip into death,We must ascend from the darkness before it's too late,But how high must we fly to the Moon to escape?,As we leave superheavy elements in some U.S state,And focus solely on maintaining Ununpentium's fate,We travel forward,hear the call,conscript some strangers to aid,In finding Richtofen's scepter in a frozen tundran maze,We travel backwards swapping snow for ancient mountain remains,This temple of doom is now left in a rift in refrain,And are you stained by the blood of the Himalayans laying waste to the endless magazines in an attempt at feeling saved?,You know he's hiding something from you,Yeah it's right behind his eyes,I wonder if he notices your mind has started linking lines?,Now we travel,to a place,that he mentioned, long ago,On a memo That he left on a staticy radio,And this place does not exist,No it's nothing but a myth,And a cliff is where I stand,Until little Sammy's dad,Comes back and rescues us from a story that's really starting to drag,So come on Ludwig come back to me and FETCH ME THEIR SOULS!,[GAME OVER!]And there is a little girl and she,she likes teddy bears and,the way that you look when your covered in blood and with nowhere to run,[GAME OVER!]And that little girl she, likes matroska dolls and the way that your eyes roll back into your head as you slip into death,(again...)
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