In the misty morning, on the edge of time We've lost the snail from sea, a final sign As the soulfull night threads roll away to die Reaching for the bed, we weep and cry
We surfed through the internet With Epic Failing Guy We thought that it could never end We'd glide above the croud Before we learned to troll Now it seems our board has lost its soul
Oldfags say that it's over NSB is a hint We all see that it's over We're lost children of the mint
We made Trupchinsky die With laughter as we played Praising the OCHOBA of hardcore But then the schoolboys hordes And cancer from lurkmore Got us overthrown and drowned in bore.
Oldfags say that it's over NSB is a hint We all see that it's over We're lost children of the mint
In the misty morning, on the edge of time We've lost the snail from sea, a final sign As the soulfull night threads roll away to die Reaching for the bed, we weep and cry
Oldfags say that it's over NSB is a hint We all see that it's over We're lost children of the mint
Look out! Sosach is leaking out! Look out! The wipe is burning board to the ground! Look out! Theres nothing left to check Look out! Nullchan is never, never coming back! Look out!