Upon close inspection, this is a song. You begin to tap your foot to the beat. "Groovy!" you exclaim to the large robot armadillo sitting next to you. "Yeeeh," he replies. "I reck'n theys gots some goo' stuf in der.. Kwwap!" He spits a greasy wad of neuro-bot lubricant onto the chalk-dusted concrete floor of the headquarters. Dust motes float on indifferently, like helium balloons cut free from a car dealership.

Darker Shades Of Red

Dun Diggy Diggy DUN!!

This is part of an old song, but we never got a chance to finish the drums.

Break Through The Tide