I'm really sorry about my recent obsession with Wren- --- "Countless eyes they litter the hallways Faces mirror my gaze Around we go our path predetermined And Functions etched into skin Hearts like clockwork Tick by tick Devoted to her For that's what is written These wants and dreams They're worthless to me What more could we possibly need? Then who am I? An imperfect design? An exception defined Do words I sing even mean anything? My existence attached to a string Then who is she who sits on ivory? The one they call #83 It's all we know under your control Will my purpose forever be bound to yours? To yours? Children born of power unspoken Now defiant they stand Ungrateful things defective & broken Shall meet their untimely end Round and round the ring we go A carousel of dreams Empty vessels line the scene Held up by a string (Ein Zwei Drei Vier Fünf) Then who am I? A shell of your design? Shackled by your desire How should I feel just a cog in a wheel? Fabrication a birth of a lie With hands that feel they ache but never heal Fragile figures of steel (Fragile figures of steel) The parts we play will they end in decay? (All decayed) Am I destined to dance on a stage again? (Stuck in a cycle of madness) Am I destined to dance on a stage again? Again," -- Mix of being about Blue Light and Striker :P(mainly Striker tho) (THIS IS NOT MEANT TO IMPLY SHE DISLIKES BEING STRIKER'S SERVANT- it's quite the opposite actually-) Possibly Wren's theme song, idk yet tho :p might make an animatic of a part of this if I find the time
"The one they call Striker?" "These wants and dreams, they're worthless to me, what more could we possibly need?" -- Song: String Theory - valley.exe STRIKER BELONGS TO @Atlas_the_planet
