Hey! This is the beat that makes your mother cry...
I want to be faithful, I want to be raw I want to be ignorant, I want to know it all I want to die someday, I want to live long I want what I ask for, I get what I want
I'm thinking we should ride To a place that we don't know To a place where no one's seen us before I'm thinking, you and I Better just go with the flow Last thing that we should do is go slow
I think that I'm human, I think about God I think of the chances, I think that I'm wrong I think to be thoughtful, I know that I'm not You think I'm a fake, and I know you're a fraud
Black and it's white Everything's white But it's blacker than I know And blacker than the white of the snow, yeah
FEAR
The catalyst for most of the unfortunate things that happen in the city: zombies, wendigos, you name it. That doesn't endear Sans to him very much, especially since he genuinely needs to put people in real danger to make them feel adequately fearful for their lives. He's pretty miserable at telling scary stories, though, so that's a plus.
fear.
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Hey!
This is the beat that makes your mother cry...
I want to be faithful, I want to be raw
I want to be ignorant, I want to know it all
I want to die someday, I want to live long
I want what I ask for, I get what I want
I'm thinking we should ride
To a place that we don't know
To a place where no one's seen us before
I'm thinking, you and I
Better just go with the flow
Last thing that we should do is go slow
I think that I'm human, I think about God
I think of the chances, I think that I'm wrong
I think to be thoughtful, I know that I'm not
You think I'm a fake, and I know you're a fraud
Black and it's white
Everything's white
But it's blacker than I know
And blacker than the white of the snow, yeah