Remnant

Little Hell - City And Colour

Oh, Puppeteer - Part 2

The Regiment

New Hope

Man behind the curtain pulling strings laboring to keep the elite and the ever present deity. Synthetics control our every word and loosen our grip of the absurd. Synthesis the directive. We've become the infected; disgusted by the ways we admire ourselves filled with pride we deny any hope of relevance. Blinding lights paralyze and deaden the organic flow. Cables and wires anchor me into submission. Plug me in. Plug me in. We'll never exist without their energy. Let me feed. Give me what I need. Disgraceful end of humanity. We've given over everything. Slowly we will disappear retracting into the ether.

Outsider

Love Like A Sunrise

I hurt myself today 
To see if I still feel 
I focus on the pain 
The only thing that's real 
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting 
Try to kill it all away 
But I remember everything 

What have I become 
My sweetest friend 
Everyone I know goes away 
In the end 
And you could have it all 
My empire of dirt 
I will let you down 
I will make you hurt 

I wear this crown of thorns 
Upon my liar's chair 
Full of broken thoughts 
I cannot repair 
Beneath the stains of time 
The feelings disappear 
You are someone else 
I am still right here 

What have I become 
My sweetest friend 
Everyone I know goes away 
In the end 
And you could have it all 
My empire of dirt 
I will let you down 
I will make you hurt 

If I could start again 
A million miles away 
I would keep myself 
I would find a way

Hurt - Nine Inch Nails

Mindless run-in with myself to blame
Dig deep, burying the shame
Crooked smile, feeding on my fear

But then she says its too late
We let the colder feet prevail

Can't stop running, bedsheets hindering
A brunette blur, sinks her claws in deep
Out of breath, fending off attack

But then she says its too late
We let the colder feet prevail
The weathered house stays the same
A steeper slope than we can brave

We were a gift from God
In an effort to go home alone

Black Licorice

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You'll make it now

Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won

Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You'll make it now

Mitchel Pigsley

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