Version 2
A puzzle lingers in our minds (our, minds),
Of players left behind.
(Chorus)
Hey, only fifty-eight percent,
Opened their inventory, where have they been? (Been)
What are they doing, what do they seek?
In a game where creativity is the king?
In the forests deep where they wander free,
Or mining caves, lost in mystery,
Maybe chasing stars or taming their wolves,
Building castles high (sky high) with secret moves.
(Chorus)
Hey, only fifty-eight percent,
Opened their inventory, where have they been? (Been)
What are they doing, what do they seek?
In a game where creativity is the king?
Are they fighting dragons in the sky,
Or fishing rivers where only dreams lie?
Maybe exploring a world that never end,
In this pixel place, where they transcend.
(Bridge)
So let’s celebrate their story,
In this vast and blocky glory, (glory)
For in this world’s endless tune,
Each player’s song is their own bloom.
(Chorus)
Hey, only fifty-eight percent,
Opened their inventory, where have they been? (Been)
What are they doing, what do they seek?
In a game where creativity is the king?
In this sandbox wide and grand, (grand)
Each player holds their own command.
A mystery (mystery), sure, but let it be, (be)
A testament to their creativity.
(Outro)
So though their inventory stays unseen,
Their stories shine in this pixel-driven dream.
In this world, so wild and vast, (vast)
Each player’s tale is built to last.
(End)