> The Darkener's Console

You are facing the south side of a white house. There is no door here, and all the windows are boarded.

My Head is Red —

My head is red
As a buoy the newsman said

Infiltrate, it’s
Psychological warfare, it’s
Blanketing the world, it’s
Drowning me

Try to steer this ship
I’m sick of all this shit
I’m overboard

Save myself from what I feel
Try to ignore a bit
Emit all of my wit
Guide me to the shore


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