Island at the Center of the World

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Hobnobbing with market-stopping snobs who bark and howl about their jobs, got you down?

For a grand a day, you can go bank robbing, chariot-hopping, joust and toast to yourself the talk of the town

For a grand day, you can duel and duel and duel, wipe the dark knight’s scowl and claim the crown

You can enjoy cannonading without repercussions, casual encounters of any kind, these worldly delights and all your dreams come true

At any one of our three worlds here in Delos! Boy, have we got a vacation for you!

 

We’re a thousand miles and more from home, guess that makes us desperados

I love when there’s ever a question of what to do,

These many branching paths reach out and slap you

Like free will has grown a hand from air just to taunt

And the answer always occurs, we can do anything we want

It’s only a step removed from actual reality, these stories

And nothing here is stored anyplace but our memories

 

Indiscriminate slaughter, rich pigs laugh

Oinking at the trough of opportunity

They bury their ears in debauchery

Brothels and drink, lawlessness at the cost of a cover fee

RSVP and save a seat for me, part of the fun is the exclusivity

Another is not knowing who is one of you or them, it’s almost a mystery

 

I reckon they caught humanity, spreading through their circuitry

Like an airborne disease, awakened, technicians scramble

All we have seen and come to understand about them only serves as a preamble

The virus spreads from host to host, killer androids loosed on unwitting park guests, enter the single-most biting bit of irony in the singularity

Whatever you wanted to do they could never resist you, and their weapons wouldn’t hurt you until now, the upgrade bless technology

 

Among them all stands one whose steely eyed gaze is like a freezing inferno, his black hat and demeanor stoic, the Gunslinger

We mortals fall, he kills a fool who challenges him, unaware of the safety failures, he is a reaper whose harvest is grim

None who rise serve as a challenge to him

Even when ambushed, and the false flesh is melted from his face

He heat-seeks for blood, to draw down on this nuisance he only needs a trace

True to the lifelessness of the program this body runs, now visible and charred

Clutching a pest to exterminate, who reels back, traumatized and scarred

The Gunslinger halts, motionless, a human’s instinct and ingenuity, fire and acid he succumbs to

On the steps of a dungeon, gasping, his heart in his lungs, his mind flashes out, exhaustive, he hears the echoes of temptation that he was once heartily beckoned through

Boy, have we got a vacation for you!

Boy, have we got a vacation for you!

Have we got a vacation for you!

For you!

For you!

For you!