Every fucking day, I imagine a horrible future where I am alone with food

In my hand is a knife that will murder every Frans hater

The Ink Sans floats down, into the multiverse

Just move your hand, away from all my food

But in this world where you can only fucking choose one

What will it take

For you to leave me the fuck alone?

What will it take

For you to leave me the fuck alone?

Have I found

A bully who should be dead right now

When I'm here

Every person should bow to my insanity

When I can't even fucking hate everyone

What good is life

When death is at the end?

But if this life is stupid and fucking horrible

What will it take

IF YOU COULD GET THE FUCK OUT AAAAAAUUUGGGAAAA

Does my knife

Only write words in the blood of Soriel shippers?

Is it hate

If I kill you or is it hate

If I kill you twice??

The Ink Sans floats down, into the multiverse

How can you get off my book right now?

If I can't decide if I'll be your friend or hate you

What do you do

Talk to me, or leave me be?

And if you talk to me

I'll try to be nice to you

But I won't succeed.