The harsh reality has begun, walk across the burning sun. When the voices draw in near, the illusions disappear. When the oppressed no longer run, beware when masses strike as one: bleeding and tired of fear, bleeding and tired of fear…

something I whipped together in like twenty minutes the idea that presets can grow and expand is important among thing of importance.

mixed here is A-01 and A-02 sorta and as well some piano midi workings..

Toca Toca