I know I'm only just a scarecrow.

I see you everywhere I look.

Drowning in a sea of mirrors.

Conversations with a Non Player Character and the other delights of banging one's head into a wall.

Run into the yellow brick wall, run into the yellow brick wall in the twilight of the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.

Blissful hope and other maladies of the broken mind.

Carbonated 160 proof fear chased with a shot of despair.

On the house

Music for a hypothetical Doom 2 level, inspired by thousands of hours of happy alien slaughter...