The lit up arcade was filled with machines
It's inviting to a player with a pocket full of coins
If your pockets are low, you can still get high

Cheapened boards where my enemies seem actual
Curled up in a corner when the flashes start to flicker
Demented retribution, smoke leaks from the back chamber
The mescaline and formaldehyde compute to form the newest levels

Some experience death through an out-of-body
The boss emerges with work and new syringes
He combines his attacks like seizures

The lit screens and neons cast a glow
A strobe light effect from a flickering bulb
The butcher waits to show you pure casualties
Opening the gates between graphics and reality

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