The Dish Washer's Lament

[Mayan Temple Flute] [Verse] Oh the dreary task of dishes In the murk of a cruel day Water cold and filled with fishes From the sea in disarray [Death Metal] [Verse 2] Plates and cups from eldritch feasts Forks and knives that whisper dark Washing whilst the stars have ceased Lurking shadows leave their mark [Phonk] [Chorus] Oh the dread that’s in the sink Scrubbing nightmares from the plate In this kitchen’s cursed rink Cleaning is a wretched fate [Witch House] [Verse 3] Ancient suds that bubble forth From a sponge of ancient lore Awful scents from farthest north Haunt the tiles and kitchen floor [Drum and Bass] [Bridge] In the starlit midnight hour Specters rise from soap and grime Scrubbing saps my will and power To lose the dream is not a crime [Reggae] [Verse 4] Sing this tune o fellow souls Trapped in household’s ghastly sphere For the darkness creeps and rolls Out of corners drawing near [Vaporwave] [Outro]