MC Frontalot - It Is Pitch Dark lyrics
[MC Frontalot - It Is Pitch Dark lyrics]
You are likely to be eaten
You are likely to be eaten by a grue
If this predicament seems particularly cruel
Consider whose fault it could be:
Not a torch or a match in your inventory
You are likely to be eaten by a grue
If this predicament seems particularly cruel
Consider whose fault it could be:
Not a torch or a match in your inventory
It got narrated at you in the second person
Every time you booted up
It seemed you got another version
Of your life told to you
By a status line blinking
The impossible people you could
Be without thinking
Yourself insane of personality problems
With a mop on a drop ship
Or trying to stab a goblin
That don’t play in public
Life you get arrested
Psychoactive medication daily in
Your big intestine
And attesting that the voices in your head
Said the dwarf shot first
Embedded arrow then you bled
But doctors with needles posit repeatedly
That you knocked down that midget
In the park unneededly
This has seeded the idea that you should
Never venture from the house
Never get misunderstood
By the non-player characters inhabiting Earth
None of whom are too concerned
About Nord & Bert not one of whom ever aimed
A fish around the room
Trying to get it in the
Ear canal because doom
Beset the last planet they were on or near
The verge of a set of
Poetics they wouldn’t hear
Never peered at the clues with invisible ink
No SM goddesses ever gave 'em pause to think
Never piloted six robots, each distinct
Don’t matter how many 2-liters they drink
They’re not going to follow what
You’re saying at all
They impugn and appall in the
Scope of their gall
As you hide in your room in
Disgust with the lights turned out
Turn ‘em on in a turn leave ‘em off for now
You are likely to be eaten
You are likely to be eaten by a grue
If this predicament seems particularly cruel
Consider whose fault it could be:
Not a torch or a match in your inventory
You are likely to be eaten by a grue
If this predicament seems particularly cruel
Consider whose fault it could be:
Not a torch or a match in your inventory
You read a pamphlet from a
Mailbox that urges low cunning
Offers cursor and prompt: type
>run and you’re running
And parses what you tell it, pronouns intact
Abbreviations if you need ‘em
(better keep it grammat)
Better punctuate your sentences
And never redact
The name of anything ambiguous you’re
About to get asked do you mean the red one
The round one, the crooked, or the blue?
Better keep that in your pocket
Don’t know yet what it could do
Could be the spray for the grue
Gonna need it if it is
A situation that reloads, restarts, or quit's
Wonder how many points out of how many points
You’ve got to get before you’re
Done endeavor then to rejoice
When you wish more ardently, identities shed
For continuance
The rhyme forever voyaging fled
From all lights and colors
From all smells and sound:
Just the lyric on the monochrome
Display and you’re proud
To make another verse appear
By solving riddles
If you didn’t have to sleep
You know you’d never seek acquittal
You’d be ever in the middle in
The midst of a quest
If it wasn’t for >don the
Gown you’d never get dressed
In your underwear typing, just like Front
Keyboard attached up to my fingers
Wrists bear the brunt as I seek to do stunts
Simply through their descriptions
I think I went once to
Some sands that were Egyptian
And I retain plane tickets, snapshots
Receipts yet I stand unconvinced that this
Has happened to me
I wouldn’t want to misremember
Or get confused recall of crawling towards a
Pyramid appearing over dunes
Recall of entering the thing
And descending stairs
Does it descend from there
Adventure to nightmare?
Did I battle a snake?
Was the treasure intact?
Or did the TRS-80 in my brain get hacked?
Thanks, Grampa
For buying it now my life’s ruined
Twenty-two years later
Head’s infested: got the grue in
PLUGHing, XYZZYfying, trying to escape
But, I can’t ‘cause I’m up
And around and awake
You are likely to be eaten
You are likely to be eaten by a grue
If this predicament seems particularly cruel
Consider whose fault it could be:
Not a torch or a match in your inventory
You are likely to be eaten by a grue
If this predicament seems particularly cruel
Consider whose fault it could be:
Not a torch or a match in your inventory
You are likely to be eaten by a grue
If this predicament seems particularly cruel
Consider whose fault it could be:
Not a torch or a match in your inventory
You are likely to be eaten by a grue
If this predicament seems particularly cruel
Consider whose fault it could be:
Not a torch or a match in your inventory
It got narrated at you in the second person
Every time you booted up
It seemed you got another version
Of your life told to you
By a status line blinking
The impossible people you could
Be without thinking
Yourself insane of personality problems
With a mop on a drop ship
Or trying to stab a goblin
That don’t play in public
Life you get arrested
Psychoactive medication daily in
Your big intestine
And attesting that the voices in your head
Said the dwarf shot first
Embedded arrow then you bled
But doctors with needles posit repeatedly
That you knocked down that midget
In the park unneededly
This has seeded the idea that you should
Never venture from the house
Never get misunderstood
By the non-player characters inhabiting Earth
None of whom are too concerned
About Nord & Bert not one of whom ever aimed
A fish around the room
Trying to get it in the
Ear canal because doom
Beset the last planet they were on or near
The verge of a set of
Poetics they wouldn’t hear
Never peered at the clues with invisible ink
No SM goddesses ever gave 'em pause to think
Never piloted six robots, each distinct
Don’t matter how many 2-liters they drink
They’re not going to follow what
You’re saying at all
They impugn and appall in the
Scope of their gall
As you hide in your room in
Disgust with the lights turned out
Turn ‘em on in a turn leave ‘em off for now
You are likely to be eaten
You are likely to be eaten by a grue
If this predicament seems particularly cruel
Consider whose fault it could be:
Not a torch or a match in your inventory
You are likely to be eaten by a grue
If this predicament seems particularly cruel
Consider whose fault it could be:
Not a torch or a match in your inventory
You read a pamphlet from a
Mailbox that urges low cunning
Offers cursor and prompt: type
>run and you’re running
And parses what you tell it, pronouns intact
Abbreviations if you need ‘em
(better keep it grammat)
Better punctuate your sentences
And never redact
The name of anything ambiguous you’re
About to get asked do you mean the red one
The round one, the crooked, or the blue?
Better keep that in your pocket
Don’t know yet what it could do
Could be the spray for the grue
Gonna need it if it is
A situation that reloads, restarts, or quit's
Wonder how many points out of how many points
You’ve got to get before you’re
Done endeavor then to rejoice
When you wish more ardently, identities shed
For continuance
The rhyme forever voyaging fled
From all lights and colors
From all smells and sound:
Just the lyric on the monochrome
Display and you’re proud
To make another verse appear
By solving riddles
If you didn’t have to sleep
You know you’d never seek acquittal
You’d be ever in the middle in
The midst of a quest
If it wasn’t for >don the
Gown you’d never get dressed
In your underwear typing, just like Front
Keyboard attached up to my fingers
Wrists bear the brunt as I seek to do stunts
Simply through their descriptions
I think I went once to
Some sands that were Egyptian
And I retain plane tickets, snapshots
Receipts yet I stand unconvinced that this
Has happened to me
I wouldn’t want to misremember
Or get confused recall of crawling towards a
Pyramid appearing over dunes
Recall of entering the thing
And descending stairs
Does it descend from there
Adventure to nightmare?
Did I battle a snake?
Was the treasure intact?
Or did the TRS-80 in my brain get hacked?
Thanks, Grampa
For buying it now my life’s ruined
Twenty-two years later
Head’s infested: got the grue in
PLUGHing, XYZZYfying, trying to escape
But, I can’t ‘cause I’m up
And around and awake
You are likely to be eaten
You are likely to be eaten by a grue
If this predicament seems particularly cruel
Consider whose fault it could be:
Not a torch or a match in your inventory
You are likely to be eaten by a grue
If this predicament seems particularly cruel
Consider whose fault it could be:
Not a torch or a match in your inventory