We're left here unarmed, with a limited map.
We're fighting over weapons. Survival is the only way.
They're always looking for a way out, and we're always looking for a way in.
If the first guy you meet is already fully equipped, it's Game Over.
We kill each other on the battlefield in the computer.
The morning after you take the headset off, you're in the real world.
Our brains are still pumped up on a thick dopamine rush.
Bloodshot red eyes wondering which world line they're in
I've been shot so many times, my ascension is imminent.
Throw me a pill to make me forget the pain.
Don't trust the party.
Bang Bang and take down your enemies with your nuggets.
Or you can hide out and wait for them to crush you.
If you don't have the skills, rely on luck.
All but the last one are collectively losers
to the Heaven Sniper aiming from afar
to the Heaven Grenade from the shadows
Welcome to disorder only with ironclad rules
Laggy memory field is still in the dream Good Time