What's wrong with the game, mama
People flyin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole forum addicted to the drama
Only attracted to posts that'll bring you trauma
In the queues, yeah, we try to stop carebearism
But we still got carebears here livin'
In the ESD, the big PvE
The Kirks and The Changs and the PvP
But if you only have pew for your own fleet
Then you only que space for a private meet
And to lose in premades only generates hate
And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah
Hax is what you say caused your fate
And that's exactly how butt hurt works and operates
Man, you gotta check logs just to au fait
Take control of your chat and meditate
Let your gens gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all
Premades killin', puggles dyin'
Teammates hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you redistribute shields?
And would share your only heal?
Steven, Steven, Steven help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love, the love, the love
STO just ain't the same, all bugs unchanged
New patches are strange, are the devs insane
If Q and A are so strong
Why are there pieces of code that don't belong
Players droppin' bombs
Combat log parses might as well just speak in tongues
Demonstrate in a podcast, and the devs act stunned
So ask yourself is Voldemort really gone
So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong
Perfect world that we livin' in people keep on givin' in
Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin' the IP, buy a key, sucker
Thought war was goin' on but the plotline's undercover
The truth is kept secret, we all just want a bug
If you never know Hale then you never know love
Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the love, y'all
Borg are killin', carebears dyin'
Butts are hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you grow a pair of lobes
And drop a tric mine on those probes
Steven, Steven, Steven help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)
Where is the love (The love)?
Where is the love (The love)?
Where is the love, the love, the love?
I feel the weight of the pug on my shoulder
Gotta call targets, y'all, don't be a loner
Most of us only care about buff stackin
PvE got us followin' our own direction
Some of these vets are living encyclopedias
Some forget when the joy of the pew was the criteria
Egos bruise easier than grapes with anemia
"I didn't log out my ISP's got hemophelia"
Yo', whatever happened to the values of OPVP
Whatever happened to the fairness? Siphons draining me
Instead of spreading love we're spreading antimatter, see?
Lack of understanding, so they gave us pets with tractor beams
That's the reason why sometimes Hale's feelin' under
That's the reason why sometimes Hale's feelin' down
There's no wonder why sometimes Hale's feelin' under
Gotta keep his faith alive till love is found
Now ask yourself
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Steven, Steven, Steven, help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love?
"Thanks all" -Steve Hale, every match, win or lose.
_______________ CommanderDonatra@Capt.Sisko: ahhh is it supposed to do that? Norvo Tigan@dontdrunkimshoot: hell ya, maybe
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What's wrong with the game, mama
People flyin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole forum addicted to the drama
Only attracted to posts that'll bring you trauma
In the queues, yeah, we try to stop carebearism
But we still got carebears here livin'
In the ESD, the big PvE
The Kirks and The Changs and the PvP
But if you only have pew for your own fleet
Then you only que space for a private meet
And to lose in premades only generates hate
And when you hate then you're bound to get irate, yeah
Hax is what you say caused your fate
And that's exactly how butt hurt works and operates
Man, you gotta check logs just to au fait
Take control of your chat and meditate
Let your gens gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all
Premades killin', puggles dyin'
Teammates hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you redistribute shields?
And would share your only heal?
Steven, Steven, Steven help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love (The love)
Where is the love, the love, the love
STO just ain't the same, all bugs unchanged
New patches are strange, are the devs insane
If Q and A are so strong
Why are there pieces of code that don't belong
Players droppin' bombs
Combat log parses might as well just speak in tongues
Demonstrate in a podcast, and the devs act stunned
So ask yourself is Voldemort really gone
So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong
Perfect world that we livin' in people keep on givin' in
Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
Not respectin' the IP, buy a key, sucker
Thought war was goin' on but the plotline's undercover
The truth is kept secret, we all just want a bug
If you never know Hale then you never know love
Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know)
Where's the love, y'all
Borg are killin', carebears dyin'
Butts are hurt and you hear them cryin'
Can you grow a pair of lobes
And drop a tric mine on those probes
Steven, Steven, Steven help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love (Love)
Where is the love (The love)?
Where is the love (The love)?
Where is the love, the love, the love?
I feel the weight of the pug on my shoulder
Gotta call targets, y'all, don't be a loner
Most of us only care about buff stackin
PvE got us followin' our own direction
Some of these vets are living encyclopedias
Some forget when the joy of the pew was the criteria
Egos bruise easier than grapes with anemia
"I didn't log out my ISP's got hemophelia"
Yo', whatever happened to the values of OPVP
Whatever happened to the fairness? Siphons draining me
Instead of spreading love we're spreading antimatter, see?
Lack of understanding, so they gave us pets with tractor beams
That's the reason why sometimes Hale's feelin' under
That's the reason why sometimes Hale's feelin' down
There's no wonder why sometimes Hale's feelin' under
Gotta keep his faith alive till love is found
Now ask yourself
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Where is the love?
Steven, Steven, Steven, help us
Send some guidance from above
'Cause people got me, got me questionin'
Where is the love?
"Thanks all" -Steve Hale, every match, win or lose.
CommanderDonatra@Capt.Sisko: ahhh is it supposed to do that?
Norvo Tigan@dontdrunkimshoot: hell ya, maybe