"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 that the voucher is obsolete.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."