“I CAST FIREBALL (ANYWAY)” [Intro – spoken, distorted] You said stealth. You said control. You said maybe don’t— I stopped listening at initiative. [Verse 1 – screamed] Spellbook cracked, knuckles white Mana low but vibes still right Dungeon crawl? Nah, funeral Marked the grid—too symmetrical Rogue’s invisible, fighter’s brave Cleric’s praying for my soul to save DM sighs, pencil breaks I’m already choosing where it detonates [Pre-Chorus – screamed] You yell “WAIT!”—I yell “RANGE!” Twenty-foot radius of change [Chorus – clean, anthemic] I CAST FIREBALL— Subtlety died here yesterday If there’s a door, it’s gone in flame If there’s a plan, I misbehaved You wanted quiet, you wanted smart I wanted damage charts and falling parts I CAST FIREBALL—STEP ASIDE Oops… that was the whole room, right? [Verse 2 – screamed] Component pouch? Check—ash and brim Somatic motion? Just point at them Why negotiate? Why sneak past? When heat solves problems real damn fast Town was sketchy, vibes were wrong Now it’s historical ruin zone Quest log says “Ask around” I asked the fire—no witnesses found [Pre-Chorus – screamed] They say “Collateral’s not okay” I say “XP still counts, right? OKAY.” [Chorus – clean + backing screams] I CAST FIREBALL— Roll the dice, watch morals decay Gold is nice but flames are art I specialize in falling apart You wanted tactics, I wanted boom Congratulations—welcome to doom I CAST FIREBALL— Tell the bard to write it this way [Breakdown – filthy, slow] 🔥 FIFTH. LEVEL. SLOT. 🔥 BACK—UP—NOW 🔥 YOU—KNEW—ME—WHEN—YOU—INVITED—ME 🔥 ROLL—DAMAGE ROLL—DAMAGE ROLL—DAMAGE (…why is the map on fire?) [Bridge – clean, sarcastic epic] Someday I’ll learn restraint, they say Control the flame, don’t erase the day But when the dice hit table wood I feel the urge—and it feels good If magic’s wrong, I don’t wanna be right I burn bright, brief, and slightly banned from towns at night [Final Chorus – big, layered] I CAST FIREBALL— If we TPK, it’s a blaze of fame Remember me when stories spread “Great wizard—zero chill—mostly dead” You asked “Are you sure?” I didn’t lie I said “Yes.” Then rolled it high. I CAST FIREBALL—ANYWAY And I’d do it again. …Next round. [Outro – spoken] Enemy immune to fire? … Cool. I upcast something stupid.
