| Attention, adventurer! | 
| Fetch a couple of friends at once | 
| And then come up to the entrance of my den the one with the pretentious front | 
| See my intention is to send you on a journey | 
| Just sign here, here and here, no need to pester your attorney | 
| I can assure you all it’s all above board, ensuring your return | 
| It’s all insured and after all I’m sure you can all afford a gurney | 
| Right then, who’s ready for excitement? | 
| Who’s very good at delicately repelling furry pikemen? | 
| Excelling when you fight them, dishing out heroic strikes | 
| No crying either, I require my hires to be the stoic type | 
| And go in like the clappers, arms flailing like some nineties rappers | 
| Hyped up to slap whatever surprise attackers might come at us | 
| Psychopathic type, to grab a tiger by the knackers | 
| Stare him right in the eye and sigh «pff, like it matters» | 
| Crikey, that was quite a tangent, let me wind it back a tad | 
| I’m combining violent acts with grinding knights and baccarat | 
| My new type of battle rap, thrice as nice as past examples | 
| We three are the real deal, you’re manufactured plastic samples | 
| I’m basked in candlelight, casting magic from fantastic angles | 
| Like hammers smacking anvils so fast | 
| Your wider family’s entire future, present and their past is canceled | 
| I know that has to rankle, but show me that you’re thankful | 
| And I might just let you leave the table breathing | 
| Without the need for fatal beatings to alleviate your evil deeds | 
| We are by far the hardest | 
| Of ménage à trois this side of Mars | 
| No need to mine for gold now, we’re bringing giant bars | 
| You can’t be coming in our town and chucking your cards down | 
| You just interrupted a game, look this is my round | 
| So shut up and be quiet now, before you get sparked out | 
| 'Cause every crustacean’s just made of mush under that hard shell | 
| We’ll fight peasants, knights, kings crying «guards, help» | 
| While we rain fire down and shout «where are your gods now?» | 
| But you know what? | 
| There’s more to us than all the pain we’re dealing | 
| What about the pain we’re feeling, too, that pain needs healing | 
| There’s only so much strain a lone brain can take and keep in | 
| From the nascent morning’s warm rays to evening | 
| Before the walls will break and all the caged frustration seeps in | 
| We’re waist deep in freezing water that won’t wait to deepen | 
| Each of us believes we’re alone in separated pieces | 
| But this way of thinking’s way too frequent, so we need to change the sequence | 
| We need to speak to mates that we relate to who may be feeling | 
| Each as isolated and unappreciated and drained of meaning | 
| It’s a way to vent and ventilate, the steam you may be breathing | 
| Put together we can overcome our heads and slay the demons | 
| Make a team, cooperate, collaborate cohesively | 
| And we will take on what we face and beat the danger easily | 
| Trivia, you can’t spell steam without team | 
| Facts, you can’t expect help without saying «help me» | 
| Without being down to help out with the helping | 
| And you can’t be down to help out without helping | 
| And you can’t help out without helping yourself | 
| Here’s a helping of self-help, stop doubting yourself now | 
| 'Cause if you can’t help doubting I doubt the doubt’s helping | 
| But anyway, I digress | 
| This song’s about steamworld quest |