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bard college of citrus - jarlaxle, to himself lyrics

the spider queen never stops to breathe
she and her lousy servants
and all the wicked webs they weave
deep down in menzoberranzan
they drink power like wine
but they can lord over the underdark…
the surface is mine

they cannot intimidate
the wretched hole inside the ground
that i found, it cannot keep me bound
took all i could to get away
i stole and i broke and i tried
as i lied and denied
and with all the money i have supplied
myself to turn the tide
i will make a game of it
i will make a game of it

bregan d’aerthe is a force that will not unravel
unlike the houses of n0bles with all their rabble
they wear their hair to show their station
their family patterns to inspect
my scalp is eternally shaven
to show what i reject
but if i can manipulate
i never give it to them straight
and they take all the bait that i state
their money seems to dissipate
my pockets are filled
as i’m thrilled and fulfilled, never k!lled
and if there’s an easier method to try
i don’t think it would satisfy
so i will make a game of it
i will make a game of it

game of it (game of it, game of it, game of it)
i am the drow who can tame this writhing world
this is the formidable challenge that i have unfurled
all of these faces, they’ll never see the same
they aren’t willing or able to play the game
they think all other’s existence is a crime
that other races are here only to be ruled and used
they are all p+wns to lolth no reason or rhyme

it’s a life that i refuse

self+made of my own accord
always willing to defraud the flawed
i applaud and i prod
while trusting nothing but my sword
my only defense when my words can’t defuse what is tense
and if it’s my station
it’s my donjon
to play the long con
then gods+willing i’m making a game of it
i’m making a game of it!
how do i articulate
the joy i feel to gain a hand
and ahead of the dull and the dread?
i’ll pocket every piece of eight
my empire grows and accrues
i don’t lose what i choose
and if there’s a chance to make myself more
to prop open that door
then i’m making a+

game of it (game of it)
game of it (game of it)
game of it (game of it)

- bard college of citrus lyrics

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