Lightsatsparkwood21 seems to have trouble finishing things – despite her obvious talent. Our YouTube hero opens this video by explaining that she’s had trouble filming her Bioshock song for us and hopes that this will be the last take.
The song? It’s about her inability to play Bioshock without having to… well, stop and hide.
It’s worth a watch but do leave a comment if you’re not able to finish and let the YouTube slider reach the end.
Want the the lyrics? Got ’em!
Feeding the fear, I’m told it’s fun so I plug myself into my cave.
It don’t seem possible, the escapism and that the real world proceeds to slip and fade.
I can’t accentuate just how many times I’ve had to stop the clock upon this stage.
It seems that most P.T.S.D. I’ve got has come from playing through Bioshock.
The Rapture Of The Deep is trickling and from the monitor it comes,
And the Martini Effect kicking in, drips down the wires to my thumbs.
And the Little Sister’s after me and from Big Daddy on the run.
And the fear on the neck is prickling as I am biting on my tongue.
Somewhere beyond the sea, somewhere waiting is…Oh Daddy why do you trouble me when all I really wanna do is save?
I see that moral ambiguity collapsed, now permeates the world below these waves.
How I see now when at the beach now another phobia to write down on my stave.
Irrational, how you’d think it full now – you shouldn’t market to the clinically insane.
But still I’ll jump into my bathyscope and descend into my grave, and the heavy feeling in my throat comes with the clunking of the chain. And I hear you creeping up on me and I’ll be ready with my fist, and I’ll sear you with my lightning rod, shoot-up some more electrolysis.
Somewhere beyond the sea, somewhere waiting for me, there’s an Atlantis under siege, Little asylum under the sea.
(next bit courtesy
So I hack into El Ammo Bandito cos I’m finding that I really don’t give a fuck,
So don’t you chase me down with security, because my shotgun needs Electric Buck,
And though I’m stranded by the sea, and I’m miles away from land,
I will defend myself and entertain myself by shooting bees out of my hand.
And you’re really screwing up for me all of the jazz that I hold dear,
Now when I sing that BILLIE HOLIDAY I find I’m hampered by the fear,
And I can’t fathom my stupidity just like the fathoms of the sea that I’m sat feeling Bioshock is real when it’s just playing on my TV.