Common Loot

About to treat you like you’re common loot
Ain’t a sentimental parting like them dramas do
I’ll send you to the vendors when it’s opportune
‘Cause you’re common loot
Discard you’s all I wanna do
 
I’m specifically not arguing that anybody should murder you,
but that is an urge shared by 2/3rds of whoever’s heard of you.
The word of the day is ‘hotly.’ Tomorrow’s is ‘anticipated.’
Still, some say they won’t mind if you don’t get crushed, or choked, or eviscerated,
or anything other than by old age inundated.
Had high hopes when you had your last two strokes (but those have faded).
It’s debated on prediction markets when you’re likely to.
Maybe it’s your instinct for darkness that’ll guide you through,
ward off the happening referred to as “IT” widely.
Smart money says not immortal but big money says might be.
I believe we conclude our business, I’ll never think about you again
Final price of hating on you I was ever willing to spend.
You tend to clog the inventory where my feelings go.
Unstackable anguishes hogging columns, stealing rows.
But your legacy won’t be the great-bigness of whatever-you-did,
rather the quickness you get forgotten once we’re rid.
 
About to treat you like you’re common loot
It’s not a sentimental parting like them dramas do
I’ll send you to the vendors when it’s opportune
‘Cause you’re common loot
Disregard you like I oughta do
 
Disregard you like you’re common loot
Ain’t a sentimental parting like them dramas do
Expend you at the vendors when it’s opportune
‘Cause you’re common loot
Discard you’s all I wanna do
 
Discard you’s all I want to do. You’re the worst trash on the planet
judging by your temperament, these flashes of panic, those fascists you’ve gathered,
your bastards inhabiting halls, pulling levers.
All I’ve ever wanted to see was the unceremonious speed-up
of your exit from the world stage and all our lives.
Why not get the fuck out while the weather is still nice?
‘Stead of dying in office, lightning storm wasteland
that you still haven’t noticed, more life support machine than alive man,
but important! The Most Important. (Everyone says so.)
Permanent regime is finally ready to let go,
crush dissent in your memory. Plenty of boots on the ground.
And they’re leaving you just how you wanted, all of your gold in a mound,
you underneath it, gnashers and shriekers arranged all around,
mandatory attendance, another record set as pertains to a crowd.
Then we’ll fast-travel en masse back to that last merchant.
Having to wait on your last breath was our last burden.
 
[chorus]  
 
You can get into the playable RPG lyric video here: Common Loot Game.