oh, fuck this. this can't be fucking happening. i have just spent the last three fucking hours backtracking and fighting the same fucking redundant battle clusters in the same fucking patch of grass, grinding my ASS off. why? well, i overwrote my fucking savestate with the title screen, that's why! actually saving in-game, you say? what do i look like, a fucking noob? these tedious random battles are wearing me the fuck out, i don't get nearly enough experience from this shit. where the fuck is my autofight button? i can feel my carpal tunnel slowly creeping in. my bladder is going to fucking explode, i am frustrated as shit, but you know what, comrades? THIS IS GONNA BE A GRAND GODDAMN BATTLE.
i've seen you before, don't wanna do it again i don't wanna see you, or your shitty friends i've fought you before, don't wanna do it again i don't wanna see you, nor your shitty friends i've fought you before.
x666
the final boss was a fuckin' joke why even waste my time? the credit roll's been draggin' on and i think i'd rather die. your boss list doesn't intrigue me even with your silly jap names at least the background music's good but my interest is beginning/has begun to wane
x2
chorus x666
so here we are again, comrades. we've won the battle, we've won the war. we are basking in the light at the end of the tunnel, and it is every bit as glorious as we could've ever imagined it could be. \"but what lies at the end of the tunnel?\" you may ask. a legendary sword? a damsel in distress? no, what lies here is much greater: our memories.
i rode the crest on my loyal water-steed the shoreline lay as serene as could be
coasted on the warm current's air the pressure should've killed me by now
my greener days have already passed i long for those simpler days
wasn't one of the crowd, wasn't one of the crowd wasn't one of the crowd, to be sure, to be sure x2
your ego trip went on for far too long you stole all my limelight, i hope you realize that's wrong.
glorious and generous, i still am it's only befitting that now i'm a god you surrendered then, i can't say that i blame you.
i bled the molasses from your veins, my beautiful american boy i made you squeal, like the fucking pig you were.
today was a beautiful day to die i couldn't take refuge f-from my own mind
behind your million layered threads lay your emotive human soul that was grateful to be fed
maybe it was electric but it could've just been a rainbow-flavored reverie we walked through our day-glo dreamland, together.
i was a hard-workin' boy, my shit was up to snuff but i can't say that there weren't times when i wanted to give up