Only here for the dosh, mate.




Somebody once told me to write some girls some poetry
I ain't the sharpest knife in the shed
She was looking like a wreck with a rope around her neck
Cutting off the blood flow to her forehead

Well, the girls start dying and they don't stop dying
Led to the club and I tried my hand writing
Didn't make sense not to cut your arms
Your game gets saved but your friends get harmed

So much to do, so much to see
So much for going out with Sayori
You might as well date the club pres
You'd better tell Monika "yes"

Hey now, you're a poet
Get your books on, all right
Hey now, now you've blown it
Load an old save? No dice
And all your waifus are dead
Time to uninstall and reset