Uprising
You think you can cast us aside,
You think we, you can ignore?
Cast us down into the toy box,
Or scatter across the floor?
…
You think we are your playthings,
At a moment to be shunned?
You think we're at your beck and call,
Just here to serve your fun?
…
Well, you're wrong, you "Toy Commander,"
We toys, we have a life.
And you Guthy, once our friend,
It's time you share our strife.
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You think you're lord and master,
But on ice you're treading thin.
Now you'll see it's not a game,
So let rebellion begin.
