The hype train is on fire, and there's no conductor at the controls
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely rogues
And a dark wind blows
The Ubisoft is corrupt
And we're on so much hype
With the internet on and the curtains drawn
We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
And the machine is bleeding us to death
The sun has fallen down
And the Division ads are all leering
And the other games are all dead, put on backlog
It went like this:
The buildings tumbled in on themselves
Rioters clutching Alex's
Picked through the rubble
And pulled out their loot
The skyline was beautiful on fire
All twisted metal stretching upwards
Everything washed in a thin white snow
I said, "Heal me, you're the one who's spec'ed as medic ya goddamn idiot -
Truly you're gonna get us all killed"
You caused us all to get downed
And we respawned at the last checkpoint
Playing the same part of the level again
Like a daydream
Or a fever
The Division Flag Blues