11/01/2016
Getting both thumbs on the screens
Just like he said, we’d see him again with
No CNS, it’s no CNN myth
A man who went double on a full-brain lobotomy
Some camps think it’s a so-fake anomaly
If it’s too good to be true, then it oughta be
Til he says he’ll leave out clues if they wanna meat
Horseman says that he wants the deets
So he trades emails with a vaunted creep
Gets a quest and a test for the dauntless peeps
But he drops off the net and he’s gone for weeks
Somewhere in the world there’s a box buried
Copping the coordinates, top-scary
Three miles in the forest is something vile
In the Scotland cold on the Cumbrae isle

Now they fight against preventable violence
And find near the forest is a mental asylum
A Swedish superhacker is calling the front desk
Social engineering like h-hello, yes
Do you do any kind of, uh, brain surgery
Meanwhile anons get shit into place urgently
Mad dash cash buy tickets on planes, search for things
Packing up big suitcases with merch for weeks
Operation No Brainer’s
Gotta lotta occupation-al danger
Calling it the trial of a lifetime
Two anons gonna die in the nighttime somewhere in a forest
In go a Swede and a trap
Spectators chill, smoke weed in the trap
Go hit F5 again, see if they’re back
Claiming their waifus to keep it on track

Twelve hours later and they’re not back
Sixteen hours later and they’re not back
We’re thinking that we ran through the wrong path
Fuck, do these guys got a contact somewhere
But before we go off the charts
In spaghetti on a phone call to Scotland Yard
The two heroes come back with the box
Jonesing to offer a phone with a lock
It got cracked, there was nothing that special but
They were supposed to go back for a second one
Swede pretended to burn it to force a phone call
But no one showed, we get lost as the road stalls
After all the hard work and all the passion
The thread got pruned cus the mods are faggots
But if you’re in the woods, hold your fibers close
Cus the man’s still out there, wifing pones