HP / MP Restored... But No Taco Bell in Sight

Burn, bobanga, that's a big fucking fire!

Your reign of terror is over

But how the fuck’re we gonna make it out alive?

We can cling from the nails of a dystopian hand

Food is overrated, I'll show you the seed of life

1999, 1999, 1999 A.D

Broken and withered we the people

Are doomed to subservience to this prick-ass meteor, prick-ass meteor

Our emotions will be replaced by the blind obedience of AI

(Of AI)

We will embrace our impending death as we lay on the ground completely hopelessly

We will always be hungry

We will always be

We will always

Will always

Will always

We will always be hungry