Fingers swelling, pain is spelling
Arthritis, blisters dwelling
On my hands, I don't give a damn
I got at least two more hours to cram
Left of this game, oh what a shame
I laugh at the pain, but feeling the flame
Soaking my hand, I don't understand
Obsession, aggression that leads to possession
Of sores on my finger, tingling lingers
Wrapping em up, before I get injured
Little too late, I start to debate
Alcohol, I hesitate
Gauze on my palm, I'm tryin to calm
The pins and needles stinging my arm
No need for alarm
By estimation, circulation will be waitin
8-Bit Blisters... cuts and swelling occurring
8-Bit Blisters... and I keep on returning
8-Bit Blisters... but look at the points I'm earning
8-Bit Blisters... GOD my hands are burning
Finger to thumb, my feelings are numb
The skin on em seemin like it has become
Defended, no longer so tender but I can remember events
Of few days ago when the
Blisters, consistent resistance, I'm grippin controller
Like holdin a piece of sandpaper
I move it and make a volcano of pain erupt
Ruin my game, but I band-aid it up
Played it up, changed the buttons, injured finger I
Laid it up
Evade the cut, keep on persistin, I'll finish the
Mission
The blister is healin, the skin peelin off
Revealin the tougher skin underneath isn't so soft
No blister good reason to stop
So 8 Bit Boys gonna game till our fingers fall off