Disclaimer: I do NOT own Reboot, or the song which is owned by Great big
Sea
AN: okay so this is my second Parody (my first being TMNT related) written
and MY GODS it was hard (to the people who say its easy...try doing one for
a Great Big Sea song...one of the fast ones...) I did get the lyrics from a
site (a very long time ago) but to listen to the song to make sure it goes
with the rythem of the song is tough but very fun (even more when the
singer is singing 18 words a second)....
AAN: this is from AndrIa's point of view to what happend druing the time
she came from the game to the point she was infected by Deamon...(Deamon
has brought them back to Mainfraim)...and here is the Parody
It's the end of the net as we know it, and I feel fine
That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds, nulls, and games, Matrix is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - net serves its own needs, binomes serve your own needs. Feed it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, Ladder start to clatter with fear fight down height. their in a firewall, representing seven games, a gardian for hire and a combat site. Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies and breaks your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped. Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh, overflow, population, common food, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. Web serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and the revered and the right, right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.
CHORUS: It's the end of the net as we know it. It's the end of the net as we know it. It's the end of the net as we know it, and I feel fine.
Six o'clock - its the hour hour. Don't get caught in foreign towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Locking in, uniforming, binome burning, blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a votive, light a candle. Step down, step down. Watch the system crash, crashed, uh-oh, this means no fear cavalier. Renegade! I wont steer clear! A tournament, tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.
CHORUS x 2
The other night I dreamt of knives, systems drift and divide. Matrix sit on the line, 452 Bobstein. Cecil, Friskit, Lensy, Bruce and User, Phong. Birthday party, energy shake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic, spam oh my neck, Right, Right.
CHORUS x 2
~~~~~~~~~~~` AAN: okay with the names...this is when Matrix uninfects her (she remembers all of these things that Enzo had first shown her when she came out of the game) Please Tell me what you thing MORE SO if you didn't like it (so I can fix it or never write another one ever!)
It's the end of the net as we know it, and I feel fine
That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds, nulls, and games, Matrix is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - net serves its own needs, binomes serve your own needs. Feed it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, Ladder start to clatter with fear fight down height. their in a firewall, representing seven games, a gardian for hire and a combat site. Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies and breaks your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped. Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh, overflow, population, common food, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. Web serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and the revered and the right, right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.
CHORUS: It's the end of the net as we know it. It's the end of the net as we know it. It's the end of the net as we know it, and I feel fine.
Six o'clock - its the hour hour. Don't get caught in foreign towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Locking in, uniforming, binome burning, blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a votive, light a candle. Step down, step down. Watch the system crash, crashed, uh-oh, this means no fear cavalier. Renegade! I wont steer clear! A tournament, tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.
CHORUS x 2
The other night I dreamt of knives, systems drift and divide. Matrix sit on the line, 452 Bobstein. Cecil, Friskit, Lensy, Bruce and User, Phong. Birthday party, energy shake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic, spam oh my neck, Right, Right.
CHORUS x 2
~~~~~~~~~~~` AAN: okay with the names...this is when Matrix uninfects her (she remembers all of these things that Enzo had first shown her when she came out of the game) Please Tell me what you thing MORE SO if you didn't like it (so I can fix it or never write another one ever!)