There Is Light At The End
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Greek Lyrics Αναζήτηση στο διαδίκτυο, για ένα κορίτσι λευκό. Μεγάλο στο μάτι και στο κρεβάτι. Πώς μπορεί να χειροτερέψει; Είμαι προγραμματιστής, Είμαι χοντρός. Τουλάχιστον δεν είμαι ένας Αλβανός Αυτιστικός αυτοκράτορας, Ανυπομονώ για την ημέρα πίτσας Αρκετά! Δεν μπορώ!, Είμαι τρελός στο διαδίκτυο Είμαι φίλος με όλους τους Ισραηλινούς, Μισώ τραβέλια, Τσιγγάνους και Τούρκους. Οι Αμερικανοί δεν φτιάξουν καλό τυρί, Τρώτε ευρωπαϊκό τυρί αν είστε αληθινό Kiwi. Στην ντουλάπα μου Κύλιση σε ιστοσελίδες, Anime χάλια Σταμάτα να μου το συστήνεις Αρκετά! Δεν μπορώ!, Είμαι τρελός στο διαδίκτυο | English Lyrics Searching the web, for a white girl. Big on the eye, and the bed, How can this get any worse? I'm a programmer, I'm fat. At least I'm not an Albanian. Autistic Emperor, I can't wait for pizza day. That's enough! I just can't! I'm mad at the internet I'm a friend to all Israelis, I hate trannies, gypsies, and Turks. Americans don't make good cheese. Eat European cheese if you're a real Kiwi. In my closet, Scrolling through web pages, Anime sucks, Stop recommending it to me. That's enough! I just can't! I'm mad at the internet |
[Beginning instrumental]
[Verse]
Once you stood on the digital stage,
Fame in hand, no fear of the cage,
But the truth's a sharp, unyielding blade—
Now your name’s forever weighed.
[Verse 2]
Predator Poachers set the trap,
A sting that sealed your online map,
Yet you claimed no ill intent, no crime,
Just a craving for cupcakes in your prime.
[Verse 3]
But lies can’t sweeten what’s so sour,
In that dark, revealing hour,
When the mask you wore was torn away,
And the world saw you in dismay.
[Chorus]
E D P!
You stupid peh-dough!
You traded laughter for deceit,
Fell from grace, and missed the beat,
Now the echo of your past resounds,
As your empire crumbles down,
you stupid peh-dough!
E D P!
[Instrumental break]
[Outro]
For a taste of sugar, you lost it all,
No more fans to heed your call,
Now only shadows know your name,
Forever marked by guilt and shame.
The song, titled "Lavos cope":"Unfortunate" doesn't begin to describe my series, this game rewards blind luck and nothing else, I am beyond convinced at this point. After getting completely tooled by scheduling with my opponent changing times on me last minute and refusing to provide confirmation prior to the day of the match as to play times, losing this way somehow felt even worse than I had thought possible. My preparation was superior, my play was superior, and I lost, so I don't see a reason to continue engaging in an activity where what is within my control is overwhelmingly outweighed by what is not.
I am done with competitive Pokemon, and you won't get a fond farewell. This community is infected to its roots with a degenerative disease that grows stronger over time but stops short of killing its host. Tournaments used to have a competitive spirit at their heart, this has been transplanted and replaced with an artificial organ that feeds on vitriol and mockery from insecure little boys that heckle by the sidelines and tear each other to shreds over scraps of attention. The environment we fostered has trapped us all like this in a vicious cycle, and escaping it requires acceptance of the harshest reality we all scramble to explain away, that none of the countless straining efforts we put ourselves through here will ever amount to one single shining glimmer of significance. I would make this the end, but World Cup is still ongoing, and I would never leave so many great friends out to dry, so I'll suffer through a few more games for them.
One last thing before I leave you all to react with disdain, ridicule, and self-righteous fervor, before you do everything in your power to minimize my words and thoughts, box them up and shove them to some cobwebbed corner of your memory, and hope they disappear forever as a stain on your finite time ground to dust. From this moment on, nothing you say matters to me. The foulest insults you hurl with intent to wound will calmly settle at the earth before my feet, and the venom you spit will bring all the pain of a warm summer breeze. You are less than anything you can conceive, while I carry on, brimming with joy distilled from detachment
[Verse 1]
Chibi, the speedrunning clown,
Took over the couch, then you crashed, and drowned.
Summer Games Done Quick, a moment of shame,
You hijacked the stream, had nothing to gain.
Unfunny and loud, you droned on and on,
With jokes that were tired, and humor that’s gone.
“Be quiet” was the plea, a meme for the ages,
Now you’re stuck in the past, just flipping through pages.
[Chorus]
CHIBI, your moment's a jest,
In the halls of infamy, you’ll never find rest.
Your jokes fell flat, and your ego grew wide,
You’re a legend of cringe with nowhere to hide.
From Twitter to streams, it’s a never-ending cry,
Shut up, Chibi, shut up!
[Verse 2]
you say you’re over it, but we know it's a lie,
A video of faux-closure, just to pacify.
You argue with mom on your livestream parade,
whining on Twitter, your troubles displayed,
You’ve been milking that meme for far too long,
A sad little man who just doesn’t belong.
[Chorus]
Chibi, your moment's a jest,
In the halls of infamy, you’ll never find rest.
Your jokes fell flat, and your ego grew wide,
You’re a legend of cringe with nowhere to hide.
From Twitter to streams, it’s a never-ending cry,
Shut up, Chibi, shut up!
[Outro]
So laugh at the story of Chibi’s great fall,
A meme of the masses, a caution to all.
When you seek the spotlight and don’t know the game,
Remember this tale and the price of the fame!
[End]
[Verse]
Sony gambled, they rolled the dice,
Concord hit the shelves, but it’s cold as ice.
A hero-shooter, lost in the fray,
With designs so bland, a digital gray.
Forty bucks, for what? A huge flop!
[Chorus]
OH SONY, oh Sony, what’s with this blunder?
Concord’s a ghost, it’s all just bluster.
You aimed for the stars but crashed in the dirt,
A game that’s so bland it’s the ultimate hurt.
Concord bros!
It's over!
[Verse 2]
Remember LawBreakers, that infamous flop?
At least it survived a year—didn’t drop like a rock.
But Concord? Just weeks, and the curtain was drawn,
A swift, sad exit from dusk till dawn!
[Bridge]
LawBreakers had its time, at least it had a chance,
Concord is a shame, a brief, ugly dance.
The hype turned to ashes, the fans turned away,
A flop to remember, not just today!
Forever!
[Chorus]
OH SONY, oh Sony, what’s with this blunder?
Concord’s a ghost, it’s all just bluster.
You aimed for the stars but crashed in the dirt,
A game that’s so bland it’s the ultimate hurt.
Concord bros!
It's over!
[Instrumental Break]
[End]
[Verse 1]
Oh, no!
Borderlands, you aimed for the stars,
With a budget so bloated, you shot for Mars.
One hundred million flushed down the drain,
For a film that’s nothing but sorrow and pain.
Three years in the works, what a post-production slog,
But the end result? Just a cinematic fog.
A cast too old, the jokes didn’t land,
And Jack Black’s Claptrap? Too hard to withstand.
[Chorus]
Lionsgate! what’s this mess you’ve made?
A film so bad, it’s already decayed.
Rotten Tomatoes? A zero to start,
Ten percent now, but it still breaks the heart.
Borderlands sucks!
[Verse 2]
You spent thirty million to push it wide,
$8.8 million's all that’s inside.
The world said "nope" to this cinematic wreck,
Not even nostalgia could save your check.
Craig Mazin fled, took his name off the list,
And who could blame him? This film’s in the mist.
[Bridge]
Three and a half years for a laughable flop,
No vaults, no loot, just a belly flop drop.
From Pandora’s world to a big screen disgrace,
You aimed for a legend, but lost in the race.
Randy Pitchford, just fawk off!
[Chorus]
Lionsgate! What’s this mess you’ve made?
A film so bad, it’s already decayed.
Rotten Tomatoes? A zero to start,
Ten percent now, but it still breaks the heart.
Borderlands sucks!
[Outro]
So here’s to Borderlands, a Hollywood tale,
Of a game-turned-film that was destined to fail.
No sequels, no glory, just a lesson in waste!
Next time, Lionsgate, try making some haste!
[End]
[Verse 1]
Oh!
Once a king of viral fame,
funny videos, they carved his name,
pranks and rants that caught the eye,
Even Eminem couldn’t deny.
But the algorithm had its way,
Dee cigs fame began to fray.
[Chorus]
A fall from grace,
from heights so tall,
Now he’s ranting in his “slogs” of woe,
Begging for change in the undertow.
Dee cigs, what the fawk!
You suck now!
Woah! Oh!
You suck now!
[Instrumental break]
[Verse 2]
He flew to Florida to meet Kevin Hart,
Thought he was destined for comedy’s art,
But he threw it all away,
like a fawking idiot,
A parking lot brawl that he couldn't win,
Backed down quick, when fists moved in.
Yelling at fans for not leaving a comment,
Blaming the world for his lack of content!
[Chorus]
A fall from grace,
from heights so tall,
Now he’s ranting in his “slogs” of woe,
Begging for change in the undertow.
Dee cigs, what the fawk!
You suck now!
[Outro]
From making bank to dodging rent,
From fans adored to money spent,
Deleting comments, blocking hate,
Can’t face the truth, it's far too late!
Indiegogo for the pawned-out stuff,
Cried for cash when things got rough.
Dee cigs, you're a fawking joke!
[End]
[Verse]
POO-TOE!
The crowd roars, against the team!
Mexico! No!
You lost again,
Uruguay, Argentina,
any decent team,
can kick your ass now!
[Chorus]
Top fawking lel,
you used to be cool!
it all fell apart,
year after year,
no one cares,
about the gold cup,
uh-oh! It's happening!
POO-TOE!
[Verse 2]
You're so bad now,
you have to take,
random foreign players,
into your national team!
Fawking hell!
Have some shame!
It's Mexico, not whatever you want!
[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
Top fawking lel,
you used to be cool!
it all fell apart,
year after year,
no one cares,
about the gold cup,
uh-oh! It's happening!
POO-TOE!
[Outro]
By the way,
Cheecha-ree-toe,
was always a meme,
bringing him back,
will change nothing!
Your team fawking sucks!
[End]