read the cahnnel derstiption, dumpass Lyrics: THE PLACE WAS GENSOKYO, THE YEAR WAS 19720 I'm thinking of a number that is between my buttocks And that number's not between 450 and 850 With nothing but greed capturing my heart Will no one just go reach inside, cast away my bad score Missing and unfound, undefined fantastic score Can't reach this debtful soul, my subterranean fruity pebble Seven hundred twenty desires denied by The embodiment of the demonic Stutzbow Reptile masquerade from the one debts left unpaid An impossible ball catch, one hundred percent delayed An immaterial coat missing on this freezing soul The imperishable rice challenging my sinful hopes I must keep escaping far from this perfect blosssomed yard Its phantasmagoric view of penumbral small white hounds Scarlet rhapsody police, running rotten to the core I won't let them or the Stutzbow destroy my credit score Bumper to bumper I flee, from the brothers that believe That my sinful soul can solve the pasta's antinomy Through idioms japanese, untranslatable I feel The Stutzbow will never stop, chasing me with endless glee Meme numbers won't appear, not a miracle, just fright As I near my final fate, my endless numeric night Texas history forlorn, in limbo its long lost lore In this realm never forgiven, not my bad credit score I'm thinking of a number that is between my buttocks And that number's not between 450 and 850 With nothing but greed capturing my heart Will no one just go reach inside, cast away my bad score Missing and unfound, undefined fantastic score Can't reach this debtful soul, my subterranean fruity pebble Seven hundred twenty desires denied by the embodiment of the demonic Stutzbow Reptile masquerade from the one debts left unpaid An impossible ball catch, one hundred percent delayed An immaterial coat missing on this freezing soul The imperishable rice challenging my sinful hopes I must keep escaping far from this perfect blosssomed yard Its phantasmagoric view of penumbral small white hounds Scarlet rhapsody police, running rotten to the core I won't let them or the Stutzbow destroy my credit score Life insurance I can't pay, or a good bed to hide in Is there no place to run to, a safe haven for my sins Desperation swallows me, I feel wholly unprepared From the Bowman I can't flee, from the Stutzman mercy's rare Soon the brothers will catch up, meat cubes rising in the night Their goal easy to discern, start an unwinnable fight My bad credit and my life, forfeit to their endless war A war started with a thought, thinking of a credit score https://coolandnewwebcomic.bandcamp.com/album/bowmania CANWC is http://canwc.mspfa.com/