The Monitor

* OH.
* A HUMAN!!
* WOWIE, I HAVEN'T SEEN ONE OF YOU PASS BY IN AGES!
* THE NAME'S PAPYRUS, DON'T FORGET IT!
* Y'KNOW... I'M SORT OF A BIG DEAL AROUND HERE.
* I'M THE PUZZLE MASTER! DESIGNED TO CAPTURE....
* CAPTURE....
* HUMANS.
* LIKE YOU.
* ...
* EEHHHHHH! WHAT'S ONE DAY OF NO WORK GOING TO DO TO ME?
* I'LL LET YA SLIDE, C'MON.

Hawkeye

Jeshire's boss theme.

It's a shame how poorly remembered Pyre was. Really ahead of its time.

Jester_Fight_Secret_Pyre

all of mercair's uploads will be archived here unless asked to be taken down
(I'm starting to run out of minutes, the rest of mercairs' tracks will be posted to https://soundcloud.com/da-mercair-archive)

Growing a Spine (Mercair Reupload)

Underswap by Bob Dog with ft. Hatsune Miku

mus_courdate... Although not much of a date at all as it's just Courier talking about how far you've come in your journey and it's after he helps you get out of the thunderstorm.

(Hai again : ) )

Bob Dog - UNDERSWAP 音楽集 - 63 Pouring Cats and Even Meaner Cats

M: make yourself at home.................

037 - Barely A House

SS: I don't feel so good around this thing.
SS: Can we skip the formalities and just close it already?

Song by @geefel

THE FAITHLESS

No One Can Remember Your Existence, If You Never Existed At All.

Forgotten Man

Tanzbar Dub

Hell is a condition that I remain within.
I am trapped in the agony of my own mind,
for God did not see fit to include an escape
during my Creation.

My body is the barbed wire fence
around my jail.
He, in His Wisdom, made me healthy,
made me able-bodied,
but I, in defiance of His love,
starve and cut this vessel of mine.

All around me are souls free of their own prisons,
or at least with bigger, kinder cells than mine.
They wear the keys to freedom around their necks
and suffer not.
Meanwhile I freeze in the cold embrace of perception,
berating myself
as if I were the Devil.

I have sentenced myself to eternity alone,
yet I seek the path to nonexistence.
I, the selfish monster I have always been,
wish to leave this world,
leaving my agony behind
with the lives I have slithered into.

Every detail of Creation reminds me of my sins.
Salt in wounds I will not let heal.
Every memory a flame,
a red hot piece of metal
pressed to my skin.
I pray in labored breaths
that the singeing of my flesh
might be enough to exonerate me.

Each day on this Earth convinces me more
that I was not made to see Eternal Life.
My scarred body will not rise to rest beside the Lord.
I was born to lay in the ground forever,
eternally marked
with the injury that ends me.
I was not made to defile the embrace of Heaven,
but to fizzle out
like every other evil of the Earth.

To those I love,
I am a tick,
a finite blemish,
praying for a little more time
to be lied to
before I am wiped away.

prisoner of my own mind // forgot why I make music

Trailer - Modern World

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Growing a Spine (Mercair Reupload)

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