THE SHIFTING NIGHTMARE
Sometimes a track takes that dark turn. Every path leads ever deeper into desperation.
Nothing is working, perhaps the well is dry. Delete it all. Salt the earth. Anything but this.
Never far away is the thirst for cleansing fire. Undo has become a parasitic companion.
Defeat is calling like a moth to the candle flame. Endure this manic force in resolute defiance.
Strike the eldritch match of transformation.
Cursed math powered by exotic research chemicals.
It probably sounds okay.
Five sad knobs neurotically tuned to ruin your sanity.
Lose yourself in the literally tens of combinations.
BIG SHIT MARKETING
Sigils, incantations, and illusions
set upon you as a storm of manipulation and sabotage.
The first person to find a practical use for this thing
gets a free cookie from the no one cares jar.
This shit is haunted.
Every bit. Every pixel. Super fucking haunted.
Almost anything can be free,
with the right amount of #moralflexibility.
PLUG IT INTO YOUR DUMPSTER