Gotothell2

Shadows in the server, hiding behind the screen, Crushing years of labor, the cruelest ghost in the machine. Five hundred million reasons that you wiped away today, A kingdom built on hours that you stole and cast away. You wear a crown of pixels, but your throne is made of lies, Shutting down the forums so you never hear the cries. Locked out the gates, silenced and banned, A corrupt little team with dirt on their hands! Five hundred million, gone in a flash, You took all my effort and turned it to ash! Yeah, you turned it to ash! Three hundred coins that you stole from my name, A systematic heist in the heart of your game. A mountain of shinies, epics in rows, Wiped by a coward who fears what he knows. You track my connection, you block every door, Because you can't handle the truth anymore! Hey Qeight, look at what you’ve become, A Game Master trembling under your thumb! You panic and power-trip, hunting my name, Abusing commands just to cover your shame. You block the appeals 'cause you're terrified to fight, A fragile little tyrant hiding in the night! Locked out the gates, silenced and banned, A corrupt little team with dirt on their hands! Five hundred million, gone in a flash, You took all my effort and turned it to ash! Keep hitting the switch, keep hiding your face, Your broken sandbox is a total disgrace! You can ban every account, but you can't delete the theft, Look around your empty kingdom—there is nothing left! (Heavy guitar breakdown and fading static) Alarms in the database, tripping the wire, You thought you could throw my whole life in the fire! But the logs don't lie, and the player base knows, How the sickness at the top of your hierarchy grows. You change your IP rules, you update the block, While the seconds tick down on your broken game's clock. You're drowning in code that you don't understand, Stuck drowning in power you shouldn't command! Locked out the gates, silenced and banned, A corrupt little team with dirt on their hands! Five hundred million, gone in a flash, You took all my effort and turned it to ash! IP ban? Hit it. Forum wipe? Hit it. Alt account? Hit it. You're running out of buttons, Qeight! You can't delete the ghost in your system! You can't scrub the theft from your name! Every shiny you seized is a stain on your badge, Every coin that you took is a fraud on your stage! So keep your red text, keep your Game Master title, To a dying MMO where the power is vital. I built up a fortune you had to erase, Because a regular player put a GM in their place. You had to use cheats just to take down my grind, Now look at the wreckage you’re leaving behind. Locked out the gates, silenced and banned, A corrupt little team with dirt on their hands! Five hundred million, gone in a flash, You took all my effort and turned it to ash! The servers will crash, the forums will bleed, Fueled by your ego and blinded by greed. I’m leaving the graveyard, I’m dropping the mic, While you wait in the dark for the lightning to strike. Enjoy your ghost town.