No Strings, presented by the Atrioc Chatters Labor Union

Featuring & Written/Composed by:
pey the musician - @peythemusician
FiN (NinjaWaffle14 in chat) - @its_the_only_FiN
MikesHardest - @MikesHardest
askthestoryteller - @askthestoryteller
Shasta Ehrhart (bass)
Beautiful Panda

Produced/Engineered by:
MikesHardest
Beautiful Panda

Project Manager & Video Editor: Nate (aca30doesgames in chat) @ACA30

Lyrics:

Pey the musician:
Rain from the sky washes the blood off the road
Hope and death of a puppet’s dream
And angels cry as they’re forced to let go
Of the marionette with no strings

MikesHardest:
No strings on me
Bodies line the street, watch your feet
Standing amongst the carnage is a man that’s never known defeat
Can’t be beat, yes he wears a donkey mask, but
Looks can be deceiving, he is anything but ass

When I put a pen to paper it’s like I’m holding square, I keep it sharp
Your body’s a perfect canvas for this fable art
Ripped apart by the real boy, who feels real joy
Playing with puppets like he’s a puppy, they get destroyed
Wait

What the fuck you mean he just walked past a boss?
Man’s going in circles, yeah he might be lost, but
Compared to time progressing, his time backtracking’s miniature
Chat the type of backseaters to call a maze linear, but

When he sees the boss door watch the boy become a soldier
Notice that the nose don’t grow when he says it’s over
Not Don Quixote, he’ll leave a boss embarrassed
When he breaks their sword in half it’s “donkey hoy te mueres”

Dropspindle and pey the musician:
Fate is a fickle thing, Pinocchio
Find the light, that the dark brings
Fate is a fickle thing, Pinocchio
So search the night for those who cut strings

FiN:
Yeah… You know…
You know I've got no strings on me either
They burned away like when you heat ether
I'm Krat's new street sweeper, puppets call me the bleak reaper
A kill streak keeper, like Jack the ripper meets Jack Reacher

Ask a preacher what he thinks of that creature
He'll sip his flask then say oh that's the donkey leader
Ass kicking ass, as shown V. Romeo in theater
On his first and last clash his slash is a teacher
That if you get too close, you're a new ghost fast for the crypt keeper

Big A flipped the scripts feature quietly
Now he opens boss doors knowin’ "heh, this bitch'll die to me"
He’ll bleed out their heart in less than three
But if they tell the truth this donkey let's them be
No truce when he shoots though, just watch those liars flee

Silently, this time he'll be, undeniably
The believer’s messiah, my G, if not a prodigy
Chat’s wondering if that's god they see, I guess it's gotta be
So do not hurry, the wins take shape like pottery
Believers win the lottery!

Dropspindle and pey the musician:
Fate is a fickle thing, Pinocchio
Find the light, that the dark brings
Fate is a fickle thing, Pinocchio
So search the night for those who cut strings

Ask the storyteller:
Uh…
They said that too many scars would make a stronger puppet
So my calluses bleed as I play the strings
The guitar rings, the crowd sings
Drown the cries of Geppetto he said you were my son he said you were my dream

And I left you out to bleed he left me out with fiends
And he let you me at night to find those who cut strings
The reaper blade sows the sins that my ergo's seen
That blade imbued with fire hot enough to forge rings

Fire sales and I inhale entering the lion’s den
To lie is human, so if I die may I lie in hell
Umbrella beacon for misguided souls like a nightingale
Bless em don't blink brother your life a grimm fairytale

(dropspindle)
Yeah… and
(Fate is fickle, see this through to the end)
You could try to fight fate but you can't write more than the past
(When your strings are cut there’s no more playing pretend)
And you can't right the wrongs, that were left up in the past
(Electric shock and disruption)
So the only choice is erasure, words lifted up off the paper
(A siren’s song, don’t let them pull you in)

Dropspindle and pey the musician:
Fate is a fickle thing, Pinocchio
(Fate is fickle, see this through to the end)
(When your strings are cut there’s no more playing pretend)
Find the light, that the dark brings
(Electric shock and disruption)
(A siren’s song, don’t let them pull you in)
Fate is a fickle thing, Pinocchio
(Fate is a fickle thing)
So search the night for those who cut strings
Fate is a fickle thing
Fate is a fickle thing

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