The players lament

I boot the game, a title card appears

Hope's Peak Academy, wiping away my fears

I take control of Makoto, an average guy

Surrounded by Ultimates, I can only try

To learn their names, click through the text I see

A dating sim? Is that what this will be?

Then darkness falls, the school becomes a cage

A monochrome bear hops up on the stage

Monokuma's laughing, gives us all the files

Says graduation's earned through deadly trials

My mission's clear, the motive has been sent

This peaceful game is now one of dissent.

And I'm pointing and I'm clicking on my screen

Scouring for a clue at the murder scene

I gather Truth Bullets, the trial starts to chime

Gotta shoot their words down, it’s Hangman’s Gambit time

I see their arguments, a frantic, desperate wall

But there's a contradiction, I can expose it all

"No, that's wrong!" my voice shouts from the void

Another classmate's life has been destroyed

The execution video starts to play

I won the round, but hate it anyway.

The first to fall, an idol, what a shock

Her dying clue is meant to stop the clock

It points to me, a perfect, simple frame

I have to clear my own protagonist name

I search for evidence, a sword, a tiny clue

To find the real killer in the panicked few

The trial's a mess, until the pieces click

Leon's facade was never very thick

The verdict's in, the gavel makes its sound

Another student's buried in the ground.

Now I'm pointing and I'm clicking on my screen

Scouring for a clue at the murder scene

I gather Truth Bullets, the trial starts to chime

Gotta shoot their words down, it’s Hangman’s Gambit time

I see their arguments, a frantic, desperate wall

But there's a contradiction, I can expose it all

"No, that's wrong!" my voice shouts from the void

Another classmate's life has been destroyed

The execution video starts to play

I won the round, but hate it anyway.

The icons on my screen start turning gray

Chihiro, Mondo, blown away

Celeste's betrayal for a gothic dream

The plot gets darker than it first would seem

It’s not just killing, there's a bigger war

A hidden student, what's behind the door?

The mystery's not who, but what and why

Beneath a fake and manufactured sky.

The final trial, against the true despair

Junko Enoshima, with a manic stare

She built this stage, this tragic, bloody show

To make the outside world forget its glow

But I choose hope, I make the final stand

With the few survivors in this wasted land

The doors swing open, a future to embrace

I shut the game down, and leave this awful place.