Oh, any number of some arbitrary things Can change so quickly that they bring your life to halt. But if you listen, you will hear that your heart sings: "Carry on, carry on, carry on." Oh, any number of the people that you know Can leave forever, which can make you feel alone. But just remember that all highs come after lows So carry on, carry on, carry on. Carry on... Oh carry on! Life eventually will bring you to the place where you belong Carry on! Oh carry o-o-on! Stay on track. And if you're sad then you can always sing this song. *vague whistling*
REPLACE YOUR FACE. REPLACE YOUR FACE. Beauty is subjective. Plastic is forever. Only one objective. Dying never ever. Chorus Choose your limbs. Change you fate. Charge yourself and celebrate. The apocalypse is coming. You'll survive, it's not too late. Chorus
ABC Arcade There are some places that just drain your energy. DMV offices with their endless lines, poorly designed airport waiting areas, any rooms with two or more sources of background music. It was very likely that Al was standing in front of such a place — a dingy arcade in a somewhat shabby strip mall in a generally not-so-bad little town. Many parts of the mall had definitely seen better days, but the arcade took the cake. Not only was it stuck on the backside of some oddly shaped building, mere steps away from the trash bins, but it also had no sign. And no indication the sign was ever there in the first place. The only thing that had accidentally drawn Al’s attention to this otherwise lackluster place was a lightly faded opaque sticker, that was covering so much of the moderately sized store front’s window you couldn’t really see inside. It proudly claimed that “In the ABC Arcade you will have endless hours of fun!” It also conveniently featured no intellectual property,