There was a time when players were kind Their words were wise, their hearts forgiving There was a time where players rise Where exotics were grand, and so giving There was a time And it all went wrong I dream a dream of guns gone by Where nerfs were none, and still worth using I dream of a gun that will never die But the forums were hard and unforgiving Now I play, so afraid That all my materials will be wasted For there's a heavy price to be paid Cause all the whiners are so baseless And Bungie went ahead They nerfed our guns to hell and all Now we fight, plundered and bore the raid But no match for killer thrall I dream a dream of guns gone by Where Suros, Thorn and Vex were all kings We all were hurt and horrified When they were destroyed to mere playthings So now I live with a vow, that I will never let my efforts be wasted I'll scour the forums at all times, those whiner will never touch all those sacred As the times begins to past, I hope Bungie turns to see The mistakes they made in those patches, they are best they're meant to be BE BEE BEEEE I DREAM OF DREEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAMS!