Take a deep breath, open your eyes Sweet slumber's over, it's time to rise So much to alter, to rectify I've been here waiting to show you why
There's something in your past That you can't ERASE Build the road in front of you You can't fix a broken heart In a couple of days So bring it back or start anew
You'll find your bastion, take to the skies You'll hear the sweetest of lullabies You'll learn your history, so steeped in shame You'll feel the guilt of the ones to blame
Cloudburst, moving in reverse Old curse, thought it couldn't get worse Still land, company once grand Withstand, knuckles of your own hand
Turning back is bound to be Just another calamity
◆ KIDWUN ◆
You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.
A curious child resembling the one with which they woke on their raft, when they first opened their eyes to the lands of LifeAftr properly. They refused to acknowledge the debt owed to them by offering the Drifter their help, though the Drifter is not likely to forget, even now, that which they have given. They do not forget their debts, and they have every intention of paying them back.
The child has proven themself eloquent, well-spoken, and talented at handling explosives. This should be more worrisome than it actually is; at present, the Drifter can merely be grateful that someone else here has a talent for munitions.
kidwun ◆ undertale
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[artist]
Take a deep breath, open your eyes
Sweet slumber's over, it's time to rise
So much to alter, to rectify
I've been here waiting to show you why
There's something in your past
That you can't ERASE
Build the road in front of you
You can't fix a broken heart
In a couple of days
So bring it back or start anew
You'll find your bastion, take to the skies
You'll hear the sweetest of lullabies
You'll learn your history, so steeped in shame
You'll feel the guilt of the ones to blame
Cloudburst, moving in reverse
Old curse, thought it couldn't get worse
Still land, company once grand
Withstand, knuckles of your own hand
Turning back is bound to be
Just another calamity
The child has proven themself eloquent, well-spoken, and talented at handling explosives. This should be more worrisome than it actually is; at present, the Drifter can merely be grateful that someone else here has a talent for munitions.