I made lyrics for “Doomsday” from FNF: Mistful Crimson Morning.
It all started when we were created
[BF]
Always hungry, never satiated
[BF]
Under the sea and on the premises of land and air, we never learn
Expecting us to bear the burden of living in this world we didn't earn
Does nothing but harm
‘Cept, of course, if you're rich, a sponge, or a crustacean
Feeding on the poor like butchers at a seahorse farm
The only cure for us is bullets straight through our thick skulls
Though you say no, you don't know life as Squidward Tentacles
Every single day of my pathetic life brings my pathetic job
Forced to slave away to idiots for a penny a day
But I thought I had an escape, something that could let me pave my own way...
Down there in Tartarus, the devil's eyes
Watched me play my song
They took me for a fool
They took me for a tool
Really, though, who was I to prove them wrong?
It all started at the Earth's creation
[BF]
We were not designed for satiation
[BF]
Under the sea and on the premises of land and air, we never learn
So why do we continue living life we didn't earn?
Doomsday awaits us, though we try to prevent or ignore it
Death comes around
Earthquakes, plagues, and plastic, tsunamis, and thunderstorms
The world itself wants us down
They tell you that crying helps, then shun you for daring to frown
Though you ask why, though you still try just to prove our worth
The only solution's extinction of this whole accursed Earth
But we can't go there yet, we haven't got the time
To bother making any better rhymes
We suffer through the pain
We suffer through the shame
We suffer through it all, and all we get is...
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—
[mm yeah aha]
Don't think I'm serious? Well...
Maybe someday, you'll drop the dopey grin and see it my way
[BF]
Maybe someday, you'll find your tears have become red
Maybe you'll find a neat gun, you'll point it right into your head
And you'll see me in hell!
[...]
TW: suicide
It all started when we were created
[BF]
Always hungry, never satiated
[BF]
Under the sea and on the premises of land and air, we never learn
Expecting us to bear the burden of living in this world we didn't earn
Does nothing but harm
‘Cept, of course, if you're rich, a sponge, or a crustacean
Feeding on the poor like butchers at a seahorse farm
The only cure for us is bullets straight through our thick skulls
Though you say no, you don't know life as Squidward Tentacles
Every single day of my pathetic life brings my pathetic job
Forced to slave away to idiots for a penny a day
But I thought I had an escape, something that could let me pave my own way...
Down there in Tartarus, the devil's eyes
Watched me play my song
They took me for a fool
They took me for a tool
Really, though, who was I to prove them wrong?
It all started at the Earth's creation
[BF]
We were not designed for satiation
[BF]
Under the sea and on the premises of land and air, we never learn
So why do we continue living life we didn't earn?
Doomsday awaits us, though we try to prevent or ignore it
Death comes around
Earthquakes, plagues, and plastic, tsunamis, and thunderstorms
The world itself wants us down
They tell you that crying helps, then shun you for daring to frown
Though you ask why, though you still try just to prove our worth
The only solution's extinction of this whole accursed Earth
But we can't go there yet, we haven't got the time
To bother making any better rhymes
We suffer through the pain
We suffer through the shame
We suffer through it all, and all we get is...
[...]
[...]
[...]
[...]
DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—
[mm yeah aha]
Don't think I'm serious? Well...
Maybe someday, you'll drop the dopey grin and see it my way
[BF]
Maybe someday, you'll find your tears have become red
Maybe you'll find a neat gun, you'll point it right into your head
And you'll see me in hell!
[...]