Class Class: Spectate, surrender, or be an accomplice
Class Class: You’re the one to choose
Ye brazen pack of losers
Form a line together
Your rank is at an all-time low
Alas, it’s unclear whether we’ll be justified in the end
So take the first step
Dancing in a boat full of common thieves
Surrounded by all this racket
Rock Paper Scissors won’t do you any good
A poor student with impeccable morals
Will be exposed like a fox in sheep’s clothing
Are you ready? The time has come
Stop playing this mummer’s farce
Like ants in a funeral procession, mourning an elephant
Stop pretending to be dead asleep
Don’t accept the pain so gracefully
Class Class: Spectate, surrender, or be an accomplice
Class Class: You’re the one to choose
A marathon no one can afford to miss: the hare and the tortoise are at it again
Can’t tell if they’re eager or desperate, tipping their hands with each successful play
But the haters are just an annoyance, we’ve been chosen to board the ark
The audience, standing in the center of the feast
Can squeal the fairest of arguments, but it still hurts to watch
But no matter what, you wait for your opportunity
There’s no way you’ll drown in this well
You’re ready. The time has come
We’ve stopped playing this mummer’s farce
Like a cat that won’t bite the cornered rats in a line
We’ve stopped pretending to be dead asleep
We won’t answer to the disorderly masses
They’re all screeching terribly in the shadows
See, speak, hear it now!
Then we’ll plot, plan, devise
Ah, setting our aim to the highest peak
Then we’ll let loose, let loose, let loose
Yes, an arrow of unforeseen power!
Stop playing this mummer’s farce
Like ants in a funeral procession, mourning an elephant
Stop pretending to be dead asleep
Don’t accept the pain so gracefully
Class Class: Spectate, surrender, or be an accomplice
Class Class: You’re the one to choose
