S4E10: That's Game Baby

Oh That? That's Episode 10 of szn 4 of Jam Mechanics, Baby. We finish out the season by defying all expectations and proving our worst enemies wrong

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-- SPOILERS FOR THIS EPISODE BELOW --

----Bug's Song-----

Title: The Storm

Prompt Page: Jester --> Punch and Judy --> The Devil

Lyrics:

I ain't scared of The Devil

I don't believe in Bad Luck

They tried their best to convince me

but the grift never stuck

Because the Devil's just Thunder

When you hear it you hide

its just the sound it makes

The Danger outside

Go to bed, go to bed, little darling rest your head

you are safe from the storm while you sleep

The crashes you hear, so far off, nowhere near

cannot hurt you when you sit with me

When I was young, just a kid, my own mother told me this

that storms were the gods in a fight

I imagined the battle, the roar and the rattle,

was the lord keeping watching in the night

So I ain't scared of The Devil

I don't believe in tall tales

She tried her best to convince me

that's where everyone fails

Because the Devil's just Thunder

When you hear it you hide

its just the sound it makes

The Danger outside

So go to bed, go to bed, little darling rest your head

its not God who keeps watch over us

Its the roof that we built, its your pillows and quilt

that your mother and I put our trust

we're cursed by a god with illusion of choice

when survival depends on the one to destroy

and we're judged as a sinner as if we could stop but

I will put you in the crib before I put you in the coffin

so I ain't scared of The Devil

I don't believe he exists

But someone had to invent him

and I am damn scared of them

So don't go out in The Storm, love

Not because of the noise

The thunder is harmless

It's only the voice

So don't go out in The Storm, love

Not because of the noise

The thunder is harmless

The Devil's their voice

---- Matt's Song -----

Title: The Vulgar Tongue

Prompt Page: June Gloom --> Colloquialism --> Slang

Lyrics:

they hear us coming but they don't know where we're coming from

they see us perching at the edge of the town

we talk in circles and we gabble in tongues

and we crow like the birds

on the slope of the church

picking eyes out of fresh cadavers

we're c c coming we're c c coming oh

we are the very dregs, that leaked onto your kitchen floor from a hole at the bottom of the barrel

we are the nameless things that sing you to a restless sleep crouching at the outside of your window

we are the urges you can't purge, the easy lies you tell, the flies that gather in the eyes of cattle

we are the thoughts you bat away you can't ignore, like the rotten tooth you tongue and dig around in when you're bored

and we're coming

(we're c c coming oh we're c c comin oh)

solo

they hear us coming but they don't know where we're coming from

they think they're safe if they plug up their ears

but there's a backdoor to every heart

and we knock just to check

if it could take a kick

and we paint a red cross on the timber

we're c c coming we're c c coming oh

you are the favourite children, lauded above all, the shining sceptre at the centre of creation

you are a princess, just a grotesque mess of senses, you're an empty car just begging to be driven

can you imagine what's like to be the bedrock of the world, to realise your purpose is just to be stepped on

well you know what, don't you worry bout it child - you hear that knock? soon you won't have to imagine

we're coming