Marcus Walton - PLAYING Doom (in his Bedroom) [set in Hell]

Wandering the deadly corridors we've never felt so alive
MS-DOS, light in the dark
There are miles above us now, we're huddled close
Guns raised, they're breathing fire
Oh gods please make me a righteous warrior
Conscript me into historical purpose
Destroy, destroy, good boys, bad boys, destroy
Destroy, destroy, good boys, bad boys, destroy
Raging up until the sun should rise, Hot Cheetos and Mountain Dew
Eyes red, our tongues on fire
Feel the lack of an accurate map, forward not back
We say, let's make this last
Oh gods please lead us around the corner
Will this fight feed us? Are we getting warmer?
Destroy, destroy, good boys, bad boys, destroy
Destroy, destroy, good boys, bad boys, destroy
I'm like John Wayne, I always get my guy, shooting from the hip
I'm like Gary Cooper, I always get my guy, shooting from the hip
We need an accurate map
Is there an accurate map?
We need an accurate map
Is there an accurate map?

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Marcus Walton

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