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Part 1 of Group 2 (Non-Narrative) ~ Filk Broken Telephone 2024
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2024-09-08
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342
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[Filk] Costume Party!

Summary:

A re-imagining of Hell is Forever from Hazbin Hotel.

Notes:

Even though I'm first in a non-narrative chain, I thought it'd be funny actually to, hmm, spiritually continue my filk from last year. I’m going to refrain from a direct explanation because it’s more about the feeling of it, as a spiritual successor.

The Mandarin might be a little weird. I consulted a dictionary, but I don't usually lyric-write non-English

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Let me stop you right there,
Save us all precious breath.
Did I hear you imply they don't deserve death?
You think teaching is reaching to change their minds? 放屁 (fàngpì) ! [Bullshit!]
大家 (dàjiā) (dōu) 知道 (zhīdào) () () (huì) (fàng) (kāi) () 。[Everyone knows I can't let you go.]

Life's a costume party, whether you like it or not.
Everyone's so fake, destiny's doing it for the plot.
Sorry, I wore my real face,
To your shame and my disgrace.
I don't care if you believe I'm just your past mistake.

As someone mundane, I'm inclined, you're insane.
But as I walk in the rain, I still feel your pain.
In comes thunder, and I wonder,
What you're fighting for,
When you don't love me anymore.

And, when all's said and done.
This is a fight I've won.
() () (de) () 你们 (nǐmen) () (ràng) () () 。[Fuck you, you guys won’t let me cry.]
你们 (nǐmen) (dōu) (shuō) (zhè) (shì) () (de) 错误 (cuòwù) 。[You all say this is my mistake.]
Ooh, ooh

Life's a costume party, whether you like it or not.
Everyone's so fake, destiny's doing it for the plot.
Sorry, I wore my real face,
To your shame and my disgrace.
I don't care if you believe I'm just your past mistake.

Yeah, life's a costume party, where the privileged go to rot.
So take off your mask, baby, 'cause you lost your one shot.
Dear boy, why the apprehension?
Dear boy, did I forget to mention?
Fallen angels don't get redemption.
Dear boy, Heaven isn't your destination.

At the end of the day, the masked ball is complete.
The only way left to pass the test of life is to cheat.