Gone from our World (also known as “Give me Back my Voice you F**n Tramp”) by Loralen
Look at this stuff isn’t it neat? wouldn’t you think my collection’s complete? wouldn’t you think I’m the girl, the girl who has everything?
look at this sash, weapons and cash! how many items can one backpack stash? looking inside here you’d think, sure, she’s got everything. I’ve got arrows and longswords aplenty, I’ve got rations and armour galore, (you want instruments? I’ve got 20!) but who cares? no big deal, I want more..
I wanna find where that witch is at, I wanna see wanna see her suffer, begging for mercy in those (what do you call ‘em? oh, rags). Plucking at strings you don’t get too far, a voice is required for talking, singing, cursing at old fucking (what’s that word again?) hags! Up where she plots, up where she skulks, up where she hoards our treasures and sulks, give me my voice you fucking tramp, we all hate you!
what would I give if I could live with my voice again? what I would do if i could screw her royally? bet’cha Morgaine could light up a flame and Chunks would carve up all that remained. No more fuckwits with dirty mitts on all our stuff!
It’s been too long since you’ve heard my song, I need my voice back to start my chorus, This is vengeance and oh it feels (what’s the word?) sweet. where’s our fresh meat? wouldn’t I love, to slice her to bits when back up above, then take back my voice we’d all rejoice, gone from our world.