Work Text:
Gear up, gear up
It’s time to fucking party
Step up, step up
It’ s been a fucking hard day
I felt the shift
Felt the rift
Felt the split in time
Misdirected
Disconnected
This narrative’s no longer mine
Cancel all my appointments
Burn all my plans
Nothing fucking matters
We’re no longer relevant
So gear up, gear up
It’s time to fucking party
Step up, step up
It’s been a fucking hard day
And I may no longer know
What this future holds
But I’ve got a good idea
Of what’s at the end of this rope
Writing words and
Spitting verses that
No one will ever read
Explaining and
Resenting such
Emotional greed
My threads of fate
Were cut too fucking short
So my twisted machinations
Aren’t all that I’ll abort
So gear up, gear up
It’s time to fucking party
Step up, step up
It’s been a fucking hard day
And I may no longer know
What this future holds
But I’ve got a good idea
Of what’s at the end of this rope
I’m such a headcase
This spiral staircase
Is winding me up
Desperation
Presentation
They’re the only things I’ve got
So I tie the knot
The only thing I trust
Because you know that in the end
My death could only be Just
So gear up, gear up
It’s time to fucking party
Step up, step up
It’s been a fucking hard day
And I may no longer know
What this future holds
But I’ve got a good idea
Of what’s at the end of this rope
So gear up, gear up
It’s time to fucking party
Step up, step up
It’s been a fucking hard day
And I may no longer know
What this future holds
But I’ve got a good idea
Of what’s at the end of this--