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C0 and I are pleased to bring the latest Sleep Sigil release to your earholes. Give it a listen this New Year’s Eve with your friends (or use it to taunt your enemies). The whole thang is available now on just aboot every streaming music platform. Here’s a few links to get ya started:

Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/cult-of-code/1598675003

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/5KOPzWlqeJrxr7IJg4PURc?si=kGnFCrwmQ8m3yxxBbUk6Kw

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_nNBg_nBi79Y5yJWFTSVejUXdu3InYOWB4

Happy New Year, peoples. Raising my glass to you and hoping for the best in ’22.

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Monkey, Chasing Weasel

There will be no purpose
to them, to them

And there will be no purpose
to them

There will be no purpose
to them, to them

No, there will be no purpose
to them

The creatures great, the creatures small
came when called to gather 'round.
When long ago the gods did make
their creature-gathering sounds.

From within a semi-circle vast
and ever deep and wide,
the creatures held their holy deities
in such sparkling, innocent eyes.

The gods they spoke in hushed tones,
so rumbling, low, and grave.
Hushed tones that turned the creatures' hearts
to a dismal, grey dismay.

The gods proclaimed, then disappeared
each one by one by one.
And nothing did they leave behind
save Earth and Moon and Sun.

The creatures held each others’ hands 
to help them ease their pain.
Then some began to sing a song
to sing their hurts away:

There will be no purpose
to them, to them

And there will be no purpose
to them

There will be no purpose
to them, to them

No, there will be no purpose
to them
Monkey, Chasing Weasel