It's been a long ass time since I've written a lyrical song, but even a longer ass time since I've written a song out of pure spite. Here's "Hook, Line, and Sinker". The square wave is the vocal melody; I was gonna record myself singing it, but I can't sing it without waking everyone up. (If someone would be interested in getting sheet music for this, send me a PM.)

Odd how I just wrote this in one day. Spite is quite an incredible motivator for creative pursuits.

LYRICS

VERSE 1
Don’t you ever hate that feeling
When you’re browsing stuff online
Then you see something that rustles your jimmies
An incredibly hot design

A character you have the hots for
You could say that they’re the bomb
But their age is quite concerning
And then you just feel dumb

PRE-CHORUS 1
How the hell they drew them so suggestively
Don’t blame me for being horny
Why do minors draw stuff like this?
Mistaken for an adult piece

When you draw them in those socks and shorts
And draw them like a sexy sort
Oh, don’t be surprised
Oh, don’t be surprised!

CHORUS 1
It’s a hook, line, and sinker
You’ve set up for us horny fools
I know sex isn’t everything in life
But why d’you like to play us like a tool?
It’s a dangerous game you’re playing
Attracting all unwanted kinds
You’d best refrain from taunting them
Or they will stop playing nice

(Woah 4x)

VERSE 2
Another one of these bastards
Who play with people’s feelings
Drew their character all tied up
In no clothing at all and very buff

PRE-CHORUS 2
Then I asked if I can draw him lewd
But they acted cryptic, grim, and prude
Why do these fucks try to tempt me so
Oblivious, sadistic; I don’t know

Why draw them all so buff and mean
And skirt the line of modesty?
Oh, don’t act so smug
Oh, don’t act so smug!

CHORUS 2
It’s a hook, line, and sinker
You’ve conjured to make fun of us
I know it’s petty to say it like that
But I doubt that you’re oblivious
To the dangerous game you’re playing
Attracting all unwanted sorts
You’d better keep that shit in bay
Lest they’ll bash you with their words

(Woah 4x)

BRIDGE
I’m tired of being played with
Both by others and my own emotions
I’m tired of these childish men
Nothing but chaos and foolish commotions
Kick them or to block them
Keep them out of my safe space
They’re a nuisance, and they bruise and
Weep so damn easily!
They shouldn’t be online here in the first place
In the hellscape we all log in! (Oh, woah)

If I have to step out of line
Just to quell this anguish I feel inside
Then I’ll disregard the respect
I had for them all! (Oh, woah)
So screw their response and their reactions
To the hell that’s about to ensue!
As I sketch the forbidden drawings
Only then I can be at peace
Resolution at last!
When I achieve this one final climax!

PRE-CHORUS 3
If they don’t even want to bother, I can do it myself
Who needs their approval for things I do to satisfy my urges?
They’re so weak, can’t even handle the fame
As they all fool around, as if it’s all just a game!
I’ll put my pen down and finally end this

CHORUS 3
Hook, line, and sinker
You’ve conjured to make fun of us
I know it’s petty to say it like that
But I doubt that you’re oblivious
To the dangerous game you’re playing
Attracting all unwanted sorts
You’d better keep that shit in bay
Lest they’ll bash you — oh, they’ll bash you for that
Hook, line, and sinker
You’ve all set for us horny fools
I know sex isn’t everything in life
But why d’you like to play us like a tool?
It’s a dangerous game you’re playing
Attracting all unwanted kinds
You’d best refrain from taunting us
Or we will stop playing nice!

(Woah 2x)

It’s the end of your starry days!
And the end of cryptic, grim malaise!

(Woah)

Song by iWTBAT

Made in MuseScore 3