Shelter From The Storm
Cueboy & Tribune Lyrics

They have sent you a letter, To come back home and play,
You received a message to return and interact with us.

But to your dismay This isn′t your day For the happy fun time Has Begun to fade
Unfortunately, this isn't a joyful experience anymore.

Watch as we reanimate Our corpses you abandoned We're dismantled We′re mishandled But we won't be skipped and swayed
Observe the revival of our neglected and dismembered bodies which will not be ignored or manipulated.

Trapped within These walls You left our souls to drip away The ink decays The walls At bay But the reckoning has come Today
We are imprisoned within these barriers as our souls slowly perish and the surroundings decay. However, the time for consequences has arrived.

You say Borris has no guts 'cause you Replaced it with mechanical strain We′ve been tortured But we move forward This disorder kills your day
You claim that Borris lacks bravery due to your substitution of mechanical parts. Even though we've been tormented, we continue to progress. Your disorder only harms you.

I AM ALIVE! IMMORTALIZED YOU′ RE THE CREATOR YOU TRAITOR HEY! THERE'S NO VACCINE TO CURE OUR DIRTY NEEDS FOR NOW YOU MUST BUILD UP OUR MACHINE YOU DIE TONIGHT TONIGHT BUILD UP OUR MACHINE YOU DIE TONIGHT TONIGHT BUILD UP OUR MACHINE YOU DIE TONIGHT TONIGHT
We are alive, and you made us eternal. You are the one who created us, yet you betrayed us. We have uncontrollable desires that cannot be cured. You must construct our machine, or you'll perish tonight.

So you found all The pieces To initiate the plan Our venon stains The night remains But the ending is always just the same No gain
You obtained all the necessary components to start your strategy. Our toxic substance contaminates, and the night persists. However, the result is always a loss without reward.

Nod your head to the Beat of death As you draw your last eternal breath Sensations Of an Invasion Start to course right through our veins
Your demise is imminent as you succumb to death. The feeling of an attack spreads throughout us.

You say we have no Brains We′re just cartoons for your portrayal To tell some tale about A boat and sail But sure this inevitably unveils the fail
You claim that we are mindless cartoons created for your amusement to narrate a story about a vessel and its sail. However, this plan concludes in failure.

Splashes of Eternal hate Will flood the floor and clean your slate Now we're The tool′s And you're the fool Our nightmare dominates
Outbursts of everlasting animosity will inundate the ground, erasing your past. Now, we're the instruments, and you're the fool. Our terror reigns supreme.

I am aware That your Soul is now divine We care not to toil With unbroken chains So don′t Toil with ours Like he did with our shining stars
I am conscious that your soul is divine. However, we do not want to be enslaved permanently. Thus, do not burden us as he did with our illustrious stars.

So prepare for Adventure We're a whole new creature From the darkest side You can′t Take away the pain we feel Created as Monsters That come to life Come back to life!
Get ready for an exciting expedition since we're an entirely different being from the most shadowy side. You cannot eradicate the torment we experience. We were generated as monstrous entities that resurrect.

So you've come end now Alive but dead inside The heart beats loud You′ve join our crowd We are but punished serpentines
It seems that everything will conclude for you soon, despite being alive, you are lifeless inside. Your heart resounds loud, and you've become a part of our group. We are punished reptilian creatures.

Your life with Him was fun But now the terror's only just begun Now Come with me And you will see We′re A NEW BORN CYANIDE!
Your previous life with him was amusing. However, now the horror is just beginning. Come with us, and you'll discover that we're a fresh and potent poison.

I AM ALIVE! IMMORTALIZED YOU' RE THE CREATOR YOU TRAITOR HEY! THERE'S NO VACCINE TO CURE OUR DIRTY NEEDS FOR NOW YOU MUST BUILD UP OUR MACHINE YOU DIE TONIGHT TONIGHT BUILD UP OUR MACHINE YOU DIE TONIGHT TONIGHT BUILD UP OUR MACHINE YOU DIE TONIGHT!
We exist, and you made us eternal. You are responsible for our creation, but you failed us. There is no remedy for our impure cravings. Thus, you must construct our machine, or you'll pass away tonight.