High CPU - Middle of the Bridge

(Middle of the bridge)
(Middle of the bridge)
(Broken down, broken down ridge)
(Don't know how to block-hit)
(No way we're getting rich)
This game is like riding a bike, you can't forget
The loudness now enters the mic and then the headset
Games upon games, and mountains of pain
Especially in the wrist
Hitting each other off, no progress being made
It's like riding a bike, but I forgot
The loudness has entered the mic, got in-ear blood clots
Games upon games, and mountains of pain
Physically and mentally
Endless standoff, no progress being made
I don't know why we even bother
(Playing this stupid game)
It's kinda fun but goes on for too long
(And it makes us insane)
Can't make a sound when you're under the ground
Is it even fun, is it even allowed?
When you can't even speak your thoughts aloud
It's hard to make anyone proud
Middle of the bridge, middle of the bridge
Broken down ridge
Don't know how to block-hit, so I might as well quit
At the middle of the bridge
Always trading hits
No way we're getting rich
And we fall down
But there ain't no ground
All I hear is the sound of bells going round
It's an endless game
Every time it's the same
But no one else to blame
Red versus blue
Me versus you
Now what to do
I don't have a clue
Clutching way too far below
It's too late, I can't make it to the goal
Blue versus red
Can't believe he's not dead
Hit him so many times, but the game said "no"
Killed me right then and there
Like it's not even fair
Don't know where to get rid of wear and tear
I don't know why we even bother
(Continuing our demise)
Not even worth it for the content
(It'd be simply despised)
Can't really tell whether it's living hell
Though it's never fun when you can't play well
When you're being forced to take the L
All motivation just dispels
Middle of the bridge, middle of the bridge
Broken down ridge
Don't know how to block-hit, so I might as well quit
At the middle of the bridge
Always trading hits
No way we're getting rich
And we fall down
But there ain't no ground
All I hear is the sound of bells going round
It's an endless game
Every time it's the same
But no one else to blame
(But no one else to blame)
Queuing in
It has been a while since I last threw
Before I knew it all blew out the water
It's getting harder
But now that I'm back, I can begin the slaughter (HITS)
He took the score and still wanted more
This is war, you don't need an encore
You don't know what I know
You're not the type to show what's below your sick combos, and it shows
A lesson I found long ago
That confidence is the key to skill
So the main takeaway you should take away is
Bring everything you have and put it on display
So here we are, in the middle of the road
Good luck trying to decode everything that I wrote
'Cuz the time has come for this to become something dumb
Middle of the bridge, middle of the bridge
Broken down ridge
Don't know how to block-hit, so I might as well quit
At the middle of the bridge
Always trading hits
No way we're getting rich
And we fall down
But there ain't no ground
All I hear is the sound of bells going round
It's an endless game
Every time it's the same
But no one else to blame
(And we fall down)

Written by:
Clay Shields, Justin Smith

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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