[Intro — spoken, almost like telling a story] Let me tell you all a story... In the story is a goblin... and a bard. A dweller. A nobody to some. But to that bard... that little goblin could play the strings of her heart—trip up her melody, mess up any remaining bars. [Verse 1] To that goblin, though... man, does that performer shine—brighter than any lost-and-found treasure she could ever hope to find. So raise a glass to the two goblin lovers, a love story like no other. Visitors from a land none but the two could comprehend. Who would've guessed what these sewers truly held? Who would've guessed that somewhere underneath it all, we'd find ourselves? [Pre-Chorus] This goblin, see, she wears her heart on her sleeves. But when she meets up with this pretty goblin bard—man... how she can feel her tug. Each song, a ballad to her heart. And maybe she doesn't know where this strange little road goes, maybe neither of them knows what tomorrow holds. But somewhere underneath all the neon and smoke, two strange little creatures found a reason to hope. [Chorus] So raise a glass to the two goblin lovers in the Goblin Grin. Little gremlins in the sewers, singing songs and taking tokes, man, the trouble that brews down here... wait till you meet all the folks. You'll soon see how even a bard and an artist can find a little room, even if they were originally stardust. Nobody needs to know the truth. Just cheers away down in the Goblin Grin, listening to the music blasting from the Goblin Nib. Every sewer dweller, all in all, all in, let's drift away, always returning to this universe held within. [Instrumental Break — softer] *Music gets quieter.* Okay... Hehe... he... I think I got a little carried away. But that's kinda what happens here, right? [Verse 2 — the speech becomes a song] Here I am on the stage, having a light next to Lyn. To you, I'm just Tentacle, but I want to share something today. Lift a glass to this small place, to the broken and to the desired. To the lost, to the hurting, the ones looking to find a little truth, reaching for something. It may not be what you thought, but alas, I'm sure there is a fire within you, a spark just waiting to ignite, waiting for a light. This little sewer just might be your fuel for your own true blazing might. [Build] I'm just a... goblin up on this stage, spewing words, listing thoughts inside this little gremlin hole. Inside this place, shining isn't hard. Being seen is the equivalent of truly finding the shard of your spark. So raise a glass. Take a toke. I'm just another Vrik... another soul looking for the truth in the unknown. [Final Chorus / Outro] So raise a glass, take a toke, let the music fill the room. To the lost, to the strange, to the ones still searching too. If you're looking for a spark, hell, maybe it's already there. Maybe all it ever needed was a little room, a little light, a reason to be shared. So sing, little goblin, sing! Play the chords, my goblin bard, this goblin artist has a lot to share! Let your voice hum a gentle verse, let it echo through these walls. We're all just little sparks drifting somewhere through the dark, trying to find a place to land, trying to leave a mark. This little gremlin hole, where the weird ones come alive, where the broken find a song, where the lonely don't have to hide. So raise your glass for the Goblin Grin! For every soul that's wandered in! For every bard, every artist, every little creature trying to find where they fit in! Sing! Let your heart be heard. Shine! You don't need permission. Burn! Let them see your spark. And if the whole damn universe comes knocking at our door—we'll make this little sewer shine brighter than it ever did before. So sing, little goblin, sing... So raise your glass... To the Goblin Grin. ...and to every spark inside it.
