Somebody once told to write some girls some poetry I ain't the sharpest knife in the shed She was lookin' like a wreck with a rope around her neck Cuttin' off the flow of blood to her forehead Well, the girls start dyin' and they don't stop dyin' Les to the club and I tried my hand writin' Didn't make sense not to cut your arms Your game gets saved but your friends get harmed So much to do, so much to see So much for going out with Sayori You might as well date the club pres You better tell Monika "yes" Hey now, you're a poet Get your books on, alright Hey now, now you've blown it Load an old save? No dice And all your waifus are dead Time to uninstall and reset