X-Triptych - Dan Bull

Man, I feel like a superstar

In a high powered supercar

Shoot for the stars, no stopping me

I’m revving up a cacophony

Doesn’t matter whatever you offer me

Won’t swap it for anything, honestly

The road ahead of me’s calling

And pole position is where I’ve just got to be

I’m an ace in a race, set a pace

That’ll take you to a range of places

Make you say «Ooh, great, amazing»

A trail in my wake as I blaze away

‘cause it’s the way that I make my paper

Do me a favour: Get out of my way, bruh

Boy racer with places to be

So it’s safe to say I’ll see you later

Forza Motorsport

Will open doors to a sort of ocean port

That’ll flow a course from coast to shores

The poetry of motion’s yours

Saddle up, we’re going on tour

You’ll ride astride your chosen horse

Through a load of applause

Such force

You were only supposed to blow the doors

Horsepower, galloping gallantly

Shoot for the stars, Galileo Galilei

Hey!

Don’t prang my McClaren, geez

The tab to patch up the damage

Is grand as your annual salary

And apparently you just cannot handle me

So hand me the keys as I shoot for the stars

Blasting these supercars

To a brand new galaxy

Let’s go!

There’s dead on every street

The city’s a cemetery

So evidently, you better believe

It’s better to get up and leave

If that’s something you’ll ever achieve

Well then you will need to get a bit mean

With the endless sea of horrendous beings

That’ll see your flesh as a delicacy

They want to find out how your meat tastes

One bite is all it takes

Should you make a small mistake

They’ll make you their next gourmet steak

The stakes have been raised, son

Can you stave the invasion?

From the cradle, to the grave, you’ll save

All walks of life and death when you slay them

I’ll make tools, then I slay fools

Though I break rules, stay faithful

To the label of a fellow cutting straight through you

From the nape of the neck to the navel

Maybe it’s painful, maybe it’s not

I don’t know, your brains are all rotten

And though you may have forgotten the way that it was

I won’t let you forget when I take you to God

With a homemade blade aimed straight at your schnoz

I don’t suppose there’ll be that much tissue left

To let you blow your nose

And so it goes on

The contagion continues

It’ll blatantly take

Every grain of the patience

And latent frustration

That’s waiting within you

Skill…

Let’s take it back!

Rome, the place I name as my home

Made it my own and I’ll die before I see it overthrown

I’m one of the most valiant fighters

I’m known as Marius Titus

This city’s in my blood

As valuable as my life is

With all of the troops, Legions at hand

We’re ruling a huge region of land

Reaching through France and even Britannia

And for that, we’ve Caesar to thank

For seizing it and I think of the man

When I’m leading a siege and I see that the ranks

Are in need of command, eager to mangle

A people as weak as we are grand

Ryse…

This isn’t my kind of war

The thing that I’m fighting for

Gibbon’s Decline and Fall

Didn’t begin describing all

The wicked things that Titus saw

His sight is raw, his eyes are sore

Lives withdrawn with violent force

Civilian killing with knives and swords

Now my kids and wife are torn asunder

Souls all but plundered

I hunger for vengeance on the men responsible

I’ve called their number

I’m a lord of thunder

Striding right in with the force and might

Of lightning strikes, I will never bore or tire

Of war or fighting

RYSE!

Welcome to the next generation!