You're so sussy
You're so fanum tax
At the age of seventy-one
Everyone who loved you went and run
Away

I stood before the greatest peak of panopoly
Looking down at all there was to see
Knowing you will never really know
What is sussy and what it means to be

Venting in electrical, venting in electrical
Binary monsters do hide in the seams
Pressing my numbers until they are seen

It's a note of saddening groans, constary moans
Among Us imposters do force us to scream
Out of all the numbers, which ones do you see?

But we still are alive