Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Way Deeper Down , by - The Stupendium. Release date: 14.12.2017
Song language: English
Way Deeper Down |
| Sans: |
| …so I said 'Patella? |
| I barely know her!' |
| Papyrus: |
| Sans! |
| Stop your tomfoolery! |
| We are here to stand guard! |
| Wait here and keep your eyes out for humans! |
| Sans: |
| Eyes out? |
| My eyes came out years ago! |
| Well what do we got here??? |
| They call me Sans, I’m the serif of these parts |
| Nahh, Just kiddin', I work on a grease cart |
| Grilling up hot dogs and genocidal toddlers |
| You can run but I’ll know if you restart |
| If you want a bad time then you’re in the right place, |
| Just Look into my eye, see my funny type-face |
| I’m really quite a nice guy but if you pick a fight |
| I will hunt you all your life through time and space |
| Can you blame me if I feel a little hubris? |
| For my fame for making things a little humerus? |
| I can tickle your bones to the tibia toes |
| Well unless you’re my bro, jokes flow over his head… |
| Sans?! |
| Who’s there? |
| you ridiculous scamp! |
| No-one! |
| It’s just an inconspicuous lamp! |
| (if you ever meet a skeleton in towels and some wellingtons) |
| (Just humour him and let him win and think that he’s a champ.) |
| I bet you think you’ve never met a skeleton? |
| Well I’ll bet you’ve Mettaton! |
| They just had a bunch of gooey melanin and flesh upon |
| But Never one was in the upper echelon of clever puns |
| I’ll make you laugh or cry depending on the run you’ve set upon |
| We’re spooky, scary sending shivers down your spine |
| You best prepare for a hilariously bad time! |
| Every human one day ends up six feet underground |
| But you’re heading for a grave that’s buried way, way deeper down |
| Nyagh! |
| A human! |
| Call the guards! |
| …Wait a minute. |
| That’s my job! |
| To capture and nab you won’t be hard |
| This maze is made WITH ELECTRIC CHARGE! |
| …Wait, how did you get this far? |
| It took 3 weeks to erect this part! |
| I genuinely didn’t expect this, darn! |
| How DID you correctly guess this path?! |
| I am PAPYRUS! |
| Traps set! |
| Armed and ready! |
| There’s medals on my armour already, oh plus some spaghetti… |
| You’re nervous! |
| But, oh that is good spaghetti… |
| Where was I? |
| I keep on forgetting… |
| I am PAPYRUS! |
| Best chef in the king’s brigade! |
| With the culinary skills to leave you flambéed! |
| It’s a shame that after you taste my blade |
| You won’t have space for my Bolognese! |
| So I guess you could say that they pasta-way? |
| Sans! |
| Is this how you have to behave? |
| I’m trying to challenge this dastardly knave! |
| But now I’ve run out of bars and they just ran away! |
| We’re spooky, scary sending shivers down your spine |
| I serve spaghetti and incredibly good rhymes! |
| Every human one day ends up six feet underground |
| But you’re heading for a grave that’s buried way, way deeper down |
| So you took a little fall? |
| Do you think you’ve got the gall to survive |
| extermination? |
| Trapped deep below and all you’ve got to show is your determination! |
| There’s no tu-Toriel it’s Asgore-y as can be! |
| Will the weight of your sins leave you Snowdin? |
| There’s no mercy! |
| Who dares disturb me from my slumber? |
| Stick around, This’ll be a fun number |
| I’m truly versed in tearing all the universe asunder |
| But I also have a specialty in unlucky spelunkers |
| I’m a puzzle in a bubble in the stuff of your dreams |
| Rupture realities and guzzle on the stuff in between |
| You’ll be befuddled when I mussel in and muddle the scenes |
| Hit the shuffle and I’ll tunnel through the fuzz on your screen |
| You’re in trouble, you see, If you try to tussle with the W. D |
| You’ll take a tumble then you’ll crumble into rubble- debris |
| I bring the muscle to the scuffle plus a couple of beams |
| But my blasters won’t be loud enough to muffle your screams |
| When you’re caught in the cycle of an undying skeleton |
| Might as well strive to be front of the peloton |
| Top of my field but out of my elements |
| Testing your death would be a welcome experiment |
| I reign eternal so be certain that I’m well rehearsed |
| Rhymes so very fine that every line feels like a multi-verse |
| Every parallel dimension is at my command |
| But when it comes to spitting fire I’ve the matter in hands |
| We’re spooky, scary sending shivers down your spine |
| I’m outside of time and space but I’m afraid you’re just out of time! |
| Every human one day ends up six feet underground |
| But you’re heading for a grave that’s buried way, way deeper down |