JoySimplePure pleasureCame togetherLaughing at the dogBlushing as we're forcedTo stare at one anotherSingingMusic escapes into the nightNever mind that there are only nine of usNever mind that this won't lastForget everythingJust sing
BittersweetWorking hardBonded by traumaTrying to fix blunders that aren't oursScorned"You don't even get a sweatshirt!"Proving them wrongMore failed attemptsFinally we finishThey all say"Wow, it's beautiful!"Who are we to argue?Though we knowHow much more could have been
RandomThey don't know what goes on in my mindThey think that I'm "random""What is that thing?"They ask, confusedThey don't understand the answerIt's not random at allWhen you know the reasonWhy is it black?Because we couldn't keep it cleanOtherwise
EpicWe fight the axis of evilThe epitome of corruptionThe lagomorphic menaceThey are manyAnd we are fewThey capture our peopleBut we will not submitTo their regimeWe will battle until they are finishedOr we are goneWe have prevailedWe return to our previous livesUntil the apocalypseRears its head once more
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