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A warrior tasked with defending the last of mankind begins to lose his mind under the battering of constant warfare, in his madness he decides the only way to save mankind is to upgrade them into a cybernetic race of warriors. This song is intended to be an ode to many different versions of this concept littered throughout science fiction.

This song is about voices that have manifested in my mind. At first it was only a week or 3. It all started 11 years ago, right about the time the brain initiutive started, and I just happehed to be in Hymen City at that time, a city known for its ecnredible technolohical advances, and that was also the first time I heard the voices). Now maybe they have ties to South Africa, and they pick they're targets well. Anybody with any pree-existing mentak condition, which means 25% of humanity. Add to that reacreational drug use and the percentage drastically drops. I have had to live with them never shutting up for a full year recently, do you know what that is like when in the "real world" you have a psychotic that has it in for you, smears your name, lies about you being aggressive, yet he us the one ever to puch me a shiner, through my broken glassess. He even pushed by mype in my ckassroom one day about money i do not owe him, thank God no kids were around, 1st thing I did was dop my broom to the floor when I saw he was trying to steal my phone, I took it back, the was the usual 2 mebpn hardly poshing each other around, he then damages his arm takes photos and claims... wait for it... I attacked him with the broomstick! What a lying miacreant piece of shit must you be to be that much of a pschopath. My point being, beween the experiment ("voices"), COVID19, no full time job because of this psycho, and then deeking with all the plethora of shit that comes my way from this hidious madman,.

I guess in my head it is somewhere in America, but not too far from Mexico... or possible the other way around. Just fun for the sak of fun.

A solemn and melancholic set of lyrics as a prayer to broken hearts

I wrote this chorus years ago, about growing up in mountain hollers in the Appalachia, a world away from where the vast majority of people grow up. Most people can't even picture what life was like there. I didn't write the verses until all this civil unrest started, and people who live in my neck of the woods started to get blamed for things that have nothing to do with us. So, yeah, this song has a political meaning, but I worded it in a way that it's not very overt or polarizing. It's a true story about Mrs. Johnson losing her land and John finding God and people laughing at him, and the government tearing down all our land and blocking our water, while at the same time taking more away from us saying we owe things to other people for things we never did. "Bear" and "Oak" are the name of holler communities, by the way.