Well, still normal 8-bit chiptune cCT.
Broken fragments.
Find a purpose.
Don't tell me.
My life is worthless.
Search the skies.
I want an answer.
Free us.
From this cursed disaster.
On my knees.
There's no retreating.
Soaked in blood.
My mind is leaving.
Strands blown in the wind.
How could this be.
The way it ends....
Well, still normal 8-bit chiptune cCT.
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