Welcome to the next generation!

Man, I feel like a superstar
In a high powered super car
Shoot for the stars
No stopping me
I'm revving up a cacophony
Doesn't matter whatever you offer me
Won't swap it for anything. Honestly
The road ahead of me's calling
And pole position
Is where I've just got to be
I'm an ace
In a race
Set a pace
That'll take you to a range of places
Make you say "ooh, great, amazing"
A trail in my wake as I blaze away
Cause it's the way that I make my paper
Do me a favor
Get out my way, bruh
Boy racer with places to be
So it's safe to say I'll see you later
Forza Motorsport
Will open doors
To a sort of ocean port
That'll flow a course
From course to shores
The poetry of motion's yours
Saddle up, we're going on tour
You'll ride astride your chosen horse
Through a load of applause
Such force
You were only supposed to blow the doors
Horsepower, galloping gallantly
Shoot for the stars, Galileo Galilei
Hey, don't prang my McClaren, geez
The tab to patch up the damage
Is grand as your annual salary
And apparently you just cannot handle me
So hand me the keys as I shoot for the stars
Blasting these super cars
To a brand new galaxy

Let's go!

There's dead on every street
The city's a cemetery
So evidently
You better believe
It's better to get up and leave
If that's something you'll ever achieve
Well then you will need
To get a bit mean
With the endless sea
Of horrendous beings
That'll see your flesh as a delicacy
They want to find out how your meat tastes
One bite is all it takes
Should you make a small mistake
They'll make you their next gourmet steak
The stakes have been raised, son
Can you stave the invasion?
From the cradle
To the grave, you'll save
All walks of life and death
When you slay them
I make tools
Then I slay fools
Though I break rules
Stay faithful
To the label
Of a fellow cutting straight through you
From the nape of the neck to the naval
Maybe it's painful
Maybe it's not
I don't know
Your brains are all rotton
And though you may have forgotten
The way that it was
I won't let you forget when I take you to God
With a home-made blade
Aimed straight at your schnoz
I don't suppose
There'll be that much tissue left
To let you blow your nose
And so it goes on
The contagion continues
It'll blatantly take
Every grain of the patience
And latest frustration
That's waiting within you

Let's Take it back!

Rome
The place I name as my home
Made it my own
And I'll die before I see it overthrown
I'm one of the most valiant fighters
I'm known as Marius Titus
This city's in my blood
As valuable as my life is
With all of the troops
Legions at hand
We're ruling a huge region of land
Reaching through France
And even Britannia
And for that, we've Caesar to thank
For seizing it
And I think of the man
When I'm leading a siege
And I see that the ranks
Are in need of command
Eager to mangle
A people as weak as we are grand
Ryse
This isn't my kind of war
The thing that I'm fighting for
Gibbon's decline and fall
Didn't begin describing all
The wicked things that Titus saw
His sight is raw
His eyes are sore
Lives withdrawn
With violent force
Civilian killing with knives and swords
Now my kids and wife are torn asunder
Souls all but plundered
I hunger for vengeance
On the men responsible
I've called their number
I'm a lord of thunder
Striding right in
With the force and might
Of lightning strikes
I will never bore or tire
Of war or fighting
Ryse

Welcome to the next generation!