A cover of All the Rowboats by Regina Spektor. _______
All the corpses, made from bloodlust They keep trying to run away and Makara’s smiling face it stays distorted stairing at the mess he’s made.
They’ll keep hanging from their nooses for forever forever and a day all the corpses made from bloodlust they keep trying to run away, run away.
There goes Tavros, Sollux, Feferi Eridan Killed Kanaya too when no ones looking, I touch her pale hand It’s death cold and soft as satin.
And the best moirails are the most lonley God I pity poor Nepeta! To his knees her strong Moirail falls It’s like he’s just, like he’s just given up, given up…
First there’s lights out, then theres lock up Rebel lowbloods serving life long sentences Its their own fault for being reckless There’s a price to pay and a concequence
All the memories of the forgotten “Here’s your player, welcome to the game!” it’s just a trap, no turning back now every failed session ends the same
But even winners have their demons god I pity the last alive at least those who’ve met the Condesce Know that there’s no way, no way to survive
They keep hanging from their nooses The fuckign game wont let them decay all the corpses made from blood lust They keep trying to run away run away
First there’s lights out, then the honks start up I’m the mutant serving my fuckign sentance now It’s my own fault, for being useless There’s a price to pay it’s my concequence All the humans, and the trolsl too we’ll all stay here forever and a day All the corpses, made from bloodlust we keep trying to run awau run away I’m a corpse now, made from bloodlust I keep trying to run away, run away, run away…