Hey, I've decided to release all the other songs from my album onto Newgrounds. Some of you may recognize some riffs in these tunes as riffs in some of my 8-bit work - infact, I wrote these, and then reworked parts of them into chiptune down the line. So while the 8-bit versions were published first, you could consider some of these songs the "Original Version" of certain tunes.

This song has aspects of my previous chiptune songs "White Levels," as well as "Promethium 61."

All instruments and vocals were done by me. I'm not an amazing singer, but it's not like I was gonna get anyone else to do it, so I did it myself.

Here are the lyrics :

Tom sat at his desk

With an unending urge

A boundless, timeless need

An urge to observe

It started for him

When he was very small

He wondered what made squirrels tick

He wanted to know it all

So he took a little knife

And took a step outside

Found himself a little thing

And took out it's insides

He wants answers to his questions

And he'll take them when he can

He has no moral objections

He's just not that kind of man

There's just one thing on his mind

And if you still don't understand

If you're looking for kind, I think you'll find

He's not that kind of man

While most seconds

He only felt numb

When he was elbow deep in guts It felt like love

Later in his life

Blinded by time

He'd expanded his observations

And it felt just sublime

But like any good time

It went by way too fast

And soon he was caught

And his fifteenth was his last