I used [bad word] the world,
chunks would load when
I gave the word, now every
night I go stow away,
hide from the mobs I used to
slay.

They once were terrified,
every time I looked into
their eye. Villagers would
cheer my way, for a hero I
was that's what they'd say.

One minute we had it all
next our world began
fall away from all that
it once [bad word]  they all
cried for my help but I
stood there numb.

I gaze off into the boundless
skyline, noteblock choirs playing
in the sunshine, turn around
pick up my sword and wield, the blade that once forced
evil mobs to yield.

And hope one day that this chaos and [bad word] turns for the better. Never
a bow in hand, that was when [bad word] the land.

It was the creepers and the skeletons,
blew down the doors and boxed us in, arrows
whizzing by like streaks of light, I tried all that
I could to stay and fight as the undead roamed
the streets, families broken at my feet life its self
suspended by a thread, oh why was it that I wasn't
dead.

I gaze off into the boundless skyline, noteblock
choirs playing in the sunshine, turn around pick up
my sword and wield, the blade once forced evil
mobs to yield.

If this battle should leave me slain, I know herobrine
will call my name, better to take a stand, that
was when [bad word] the land.

I gaze off into the boundless skyline, noteblock
choirs playing in the sunshine, turn around, pick up
my sword and wield, the blade once forced evil
mobs to yield.