With all the other mobs,

We're spying on the Steve's,

'Cause that is just our jobs.

The third day has begun,

I got the right to live,

Try to kill 'em all again,

'Cause we do not forgive.

What has this become,

My creeping friends,

We're waiting for a fight, in the woods, with no end.

And they could have it all,

All our rotten flesh,

They just let us down,

We will make them hurt.

We used to be in war,

You always had your sword,

But when I chase now,

I just get ignored.

And when the sun comes up,

I go up in flames,

The smell of burning flesh,

'Cause this is the Survival Games,

What has this become,

My creeping friends,

We're waiting for a fight, in the woods, with no end.

And they could have it all,

All our rotten flesh,

They just let us down,

We will make them hurt.

If I could spawn again,

A million blocks away,

I'll stay in the dark,

They won't care anyway.