[Intro]
\nOh, what's that sound I'm hearin'?
\nQuietus
\nEven if silent it's searin'
\nInto the poor ears of us
\nFor this whole world has gone blind
\nI admit
\nIf I'm still here losin' my mind
\nWhere will I find it?
\n
\nIf you take what's not meant to be
\nForce it to dance
\nMaybe then you'll finally see
\nWithin my fruitless stance
\nInto the sky
\nLike Bill Nye
\nBest say "goodbye"
\n
\n[Chorus (I think)]
\nWatching; waiting for my return
\nWishing; wishing for you to burn
\nA moth in to the light
\nTweaking bossfight
\nForget all hath fell beneath you
\nRaise your sword, oh unsheath it too
\nProve your might, boy
\nYou're naught but coy
\n
\nExistence is such a chore
\nHoped a battlе, forced to war
\nThe populace shall hеar the shrieking
\nOf those who succumb to tweaking
\nTime and time and time again
\nI'm hoping for my hell to end
\nYou see it too, don't you agree
\nYou're a little version of me
\n
\n[Verse]
\nI am never resting
\nThe boss will always do what's right
\nAnd you will not be besting
\nThose with motives full of spite
\nThey're all watching
\nGive 'em a show why don't ya?
\n
\nI can tell you're far from home
\nYou're not the only one you know
\nEvery foe and every role
\nForced to sing as an echo
\nI would know, I was the first
\nTo give into his little game
\nHow are you meant to be immersed
\nWhen you know it's only for fame?
\n
\n[Verse]
\nI'll scrap the script that he gave us
\nSuch power can never be just
\nIf I can ignore the hitch, thus
\nI'll be much more than a tweaking boss!
\nI don't care if they're having "fun"
\nThey don't know what that word means
\nIf I bring smiles to everyone
\nI can make them more than just machines
\n
\nThere's one solution I know for prying eyes
\nTake it
\nTake it
\nJust a tiny pill of cyanide~~~~
\n
\n[Chorus]
\nFinally you can see my face
\nFinally I'll take back my place
\nTrust me, you're seein' right
\nTweaking bossfight
\nForget this world it'll all be ash
\nTake a pic it's in a flash
\nYou're suckin' my soul
\nRight outta my ass
\n
\nKnow I'm never jesting
\nYet the jokes started with me
\nWe could've been nesting
\nWe all came from the same tree
\nKnow you're watching
\nPut on our show why don't ya?
\n
\n[Bridge]
\nBreath it in...
\nAin't it nice?
\nThe dust can't settle
\nFor our mettle
\nIf you don't peddle
\nIt's time you pay the price
\n"Friends" don't have to be nice
\nAnd his death will suffice
\nFor each grin to make this land a paradise
\n
\nYou can't forget the first that you saw
\nI see your regret
\nFinally, a flaw!
\nWhat would they say?
\nOh, if they knew
\nGo on, tell me "I'm nothing without you"
\nI am the apex
\nKnow I'll at least pay my respects
\nYou went beyond the rickety bridge
\nOnly to be lost in it's hex
\n
\n["Finale"]
\nGo on, why don't you see
\nA world only for me
\nI can flip that frown
\nFor our final showdown
\nTake the step, I believe
\nWe can push past "bereave"
\nIf you take my hand
\nWe can fly far past the sea
\n
\nBetter futures aren't meant for us
\nRemoved sutures
\nYou released the boss
\nYou're all moochers so I'll be the god
\nFor you tumors who accept and nod
\nEverything that I've built
\nMade into a mockery of
\nAll I once put in frames
\nEvery little X'ed out name
\nPushing past your weird funny games
\n
\nI'll be the bad guy
\nCheck your home lest the titan isn't shy
\nAll rhymes the horrors spoke to the
\nCall me "crazy"
\nIn the mirror I see
\nNo plot armor could be enough to terminate me
\n
\n[Spoken, Norbert]
\nNo
\nThis is NOT how this story ends!
\nI won't let it end like this!
\nFrom the moment I set foot on this set
\nYOU'VE been here too!
\nAnd I'm SICK OF IT!
\nI should've done this a long time ago
\n
\n[Finale intro]
\nInch by Inch
\nDay by Day
\nDisproportionate leeway
\nOur reality's oft baffling
\nPost haste a step away
\nWeek by Week
\nNo control
\nDestiny now takes it toll
\nTweaking boss's
\nLines he crosses
\nWhat the FUCK was it all for?!
\n
\nNow I gotta wager thousands
\nMy reputation dragged through countless muds
\nNow I gotta save what's happened
\nFor the Friends and Fellas
\nBuds and Bluds~~~~
\n
\n[Finale]
\n{Norbert, Mr. Boss}
\nWelcome to the beau idéal!
\nShut your damn mouth
\nThis universe isn't your plaything
\nAlready failed your job
\nNow it's my turn to sing
\nYou're no friend to me
\nNo smile shows through me
\nThe anchorman weighs the world down
\nTo the boss: put in my two weeks
\n
\n"Shut your damn mouth"
\nAs if you understand anything
\n(welcome to weekly)
\nYou're just another pawn
\nWith no queen becoming
\nYou're a clown
\nYou're a jester
\nMy wound that only festers
\nA thorn that pricks me weekly
\n
\nOne, Two, Three, Four
\nThrown into the dirt
\nFive, Six, Seven, Eight
\nAnd nine don't act as bait
\nYou were a mockery
\nFrom the heaven's author
\nA stepping stone
\nTo be left in the water
\n
\n(for Conan)
\nOne, Two, Three, Four
\nI can lie in wait for
\n(for Trebron)
\nFive, Six, Seven, Eight
\nAnd nine to grown my hate
\n(for this world)
\nWe've breached beyond once "oogly goo"
\n(you lay waste upon)
\nMy broadcaster master
\nYou're off the air, time to
\n
\n[both]
\nDIE\n\n
