Crapioca

from Our Dumb Universe, Part 1 by Podmusical

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lyrics

1.3 Crapioca

VALBORG
Tapioca
Suffering in viscous form
Tapioca
From which hell were you born?
Tapioca
No I can’t shake your stink
And all that I feel that I see that I think
Is Tapioca now

First bell, I’m on my knees, preparing pudd carafes
Second bell, I’m on my knees, to stir the pudding vats
Third bell, I’m slinging pudd and pealing pudding skin
Fourth bell, off to pudding dreams before I do it all again

In all my favorite dreams, I’m fighting to survive
Before I wake up to the nightmare of just getting by
I was a warrior, a sacred mission upheld
Now I’m a server in my private pudding hell, of

Tapioca
I’ve been devoured alive
Lost my focus
Lost my drive to survive
My life’s a coda
I’m stuck at the end
Repeating the worst parts again and again
And it’s only Tapioca…

In my mind I am in Greenland’s arms, I am home
Watching the eagles soar and musk oxen roam
And then I smile, I am a million miles from you
From all that I am
From all I’ve failed to do

When I was against the odds, the enemy was known
He was everything outside of me that kept me from my home
But each day that I live on with my home beneath the sea
I fear more and more my enemy lives in me
Laughing as I scoop beneath the pudding tyranny of Tapioca

Crapioca
How I long for your death
With each iota
Of me til my dying breath
You’re no Flodboller
And never could you hope to be
You’re a mistake of nutritional chemistry
Feel the sting of my ladle as I stab at thee
Die and let me be,
Tapioca.