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