my gaster song
im wing
im ding
if i wing, can i ding?
if i ding, can i wing?
the core's under alphys's hearing
but it's lights only grow dark darker yet darker
i only hope next time frisk is friendlier
to those on whom the core depended
before i shattered across
(time and space)
my parts flying like an albatross
(time and space)
i miss my bros
(time and space)
wing a ding
wing a ding
wing a ding












