Thought I’d make the farm look nice
Add a little flair, some moss, some spice
Hung some lanterns, placed a frame
Didn’t think it’d end in flames
Quartz trim, tiled some more
Why not paint the killing floor?
Polished deep slate, copper shine
Tried to match the pattern this time
But I forgot — it’s still a trap
Creeper lurkin’ in the gap
One hiss, one boom — now it’s clear
Pretty don’t survive down here
Decorating gone wrong
Now the mobs are singin’ their song
Thought I’d build a vibe — made a mess
This ain’t ambiance, it’s a full-out deathfest
Decorating gone wrong
Was just tryin’ to add some charm
Now it’s arrows to my head
Mob farm’s drippin’ red
Put a painting on the wall
Now it’s rubble ’bout to fall
Glazed terracotta, perfect hue
I matched the mobs… too well, who knew?
Lush azalea, fancy leaf
Now there’s pain behind the wreath
Tried to feng shui a spawner cage
Now the skellies own the stage
Could’ve lit it, could’ve paused
But I was deep in “vibe at all costs”
Now I’m trapped behind my art
Screamin’ while the zombies start
Decorating gone wrong
Now the mobs are singin’ their song
Thought I’d build a vibe — made a mess
This ain’t ambiance, it’s a full-out deathfest
Decorating gone wrong
Hung some banners, now they’re gone
Made it cozy, made it warm
Now it’s just a spawnstorm
Minimalist style, maximal pain
Built a throne room, now I’m slain
Shimmered up a lava wall
Now it’s chaos down the hall
Decorating gone wrong
Now the mobs are singin’ their song
Should’ve kept it plain and grey
Instead I blew the base away
Decorating gone wrong
Aesthetics don’t survive that long
It was cute for half a beat
Now I’m running, swift feet
If you squint…
It still looks kinda nice.