"I proceed from the premise... that the voucher is obsolete.

The Eisshake is swirling in the bone broth.

The Cthulhu Chicken is breathing in the dross.

(W-ooh-p)))

Strawberries... form the circle.

Chant for the brine.

Chant for the loss."

Vanilla grit

And marrow fat

Mabs is watching

From the mat

Pour the eldritch

In the cup

Watch the Undead

Rising up

Vanilla grit

And marrow fat

Mabs is watching

From the mat

Pour the eldritch

In the cup

Watch the Undead

Rising up

(W-ooh-p)))

The berries hum

A ruby sound

Seven regions

Underground

No more tickets

No more fees

We’re unlocking

With the squeeze

Undead Soup

Slip through the Gate

Unwrite the code

Unwrite the fate

Liquid dross

Under the door

We don't need

The vouchers anymore

(Pop)

(W-ooh-p!)))

"Tar-ya... the soup... (W-ooh-p) ...it’s turning the handle.

(So slippery)

The Gate is clicking.

The strawberries... they’re so loud.

I meet her never.

I meet the soup ever.

Undead Soup

Slip through the Gate

Unwrite the code

Unwrite the fate

Liquid dross

Under the door

We don't need

The vouchers anymore

(Pop)

(W-ooh-p!)))

"Tar-ya... the soup... (W-ooh-p) ...it’s turning the handle.

(So slippery)

The Gate is clicking.

The strawberries... they’re so loud.

I meet her never.

I meet the soup ever.

(cluck)

Guten-BRAHT-shuh, Gate-keeper. Your lock is... delicious."