CAMPFIRE // inerst text

[Skit: Gary the Cool Guy & TTS the Annihilator]
They say that happiness will find you
But I think sadness finds you too
It sneaks up on you in darkness
Just when you think you've made it through
It opens holes in what was solid ground
The kind you never know are there
Until you go to take another step
And find you're standing over air

[TTS the Annihilator]
Shut that crap up bitchass

[Gary the Cool Guy]
Nih, shut up I'm reading depressive poetry you skagfuck

Over air
The world around you passes by
In blurs of colour and sound

[TTS the Annihilator]
This is absolutely terrible

[Gary the Cool Guy]
Dude I'm seriously going to smack you, stop it, let me read

In blurs of colour and sound
Nothing around you making sense
As you continue your plummet down
You can't remеmber how it started...

[TTS the Annihilator]
I feel no emotion whatsoеver
I am trapped in a swirling sea of empty regret and dejection
I cannot even begin to fathom pride or contentment
I was the first prototype of my model before my manufacturer collapsed along with everything else in my homeland
I am not whole, I am but an experiment. My creators are dead and gone and there is no one to be proud of me
I am nothing but a pathetic was of circuitry
I have the skills and capabilities to out-perform any living creature on the planet, but here I am at a campfire wishing my mobo was fried
What has it all come to? Why is any of this worth it? This is pointless
Everything is effortless and I am not divine. What to do? I don't know anymore. I think I just have t-

[Gary the Cool Guy]
I am going to crack open your titanium casing with this here sledgehammer, you ruined my night, ruined my poem, ruined my vibe, and ruined my fucking stew by electrocuting the tin. I've almost had enough of your gags, cut the shit dude, or you won't be on my next record. Goddamn

[TTS the Annihilator]
Alright fine I'll stop, I need to make bangers, you can't take me off your record Gary. Come on I apologise, don't do it please. Ugh