Artwork Exchange Gift For Perdoh - SCP Foundation

ARTWORK EXCHANGE GIFT FOR Perdoh!

The request was "song lyrics from a K-Class event survivor", and well- here it is!

There's no direct inspiration from this - the names are just names, the events are just events - but the story I was trying to tell was of a young reality bender named Mary Rice, who escaped containment and destroyed the world in her rebellion. The protagonist's sister was a Foundation Researcher, and was killed in the fall out. This is the song of how it all went down.

History’s a loaded gun

Wielded by Mary Rice

She aimed the trigger at the sun and shot between the eyes

I stood at my black window

Watched the scorching skies

I turned the news to ITV, and saw her nightmares visualise

And the great Hartford fire1 has nothing on this tribulation

A site for sore eyes, red and cracked from devastation

Nation’s rise and fall under the ringmaster’s hand, lab rats in white coats scurry to the piping band

She says

“If I think, then I am, and I am the eye

There is no difference between me and the sky

If I was, then I will, and I have been on the rise”

CK class collapsing kingdoms, gentrified time

At the end of the world we’ll sing the old rugged cross

Will it fall on us? Will it fall on us?

At the end of my mind I’ll turn the stars to dust

Will they be enough? Will it be enough?

To start the exodus?

Reality’s a paintbrush

Smudged across the skies

Ms. Rice under emerald soot, clouds of russet wine

Under midnight’s golden blush

My sister holds me tight

Her lab coat stained with lapis blood, her tears apologise

And the Mongol forces would have nothing on this desolation

Consensus says surrender your armies, prepare for your abdication

They tried their best to toss her to the can, with a subtle wink she slipped her chains and pushed Houdini from his stand

They say

“Nothing can stop her, from her ascension

Not her honour, proper convention

If not her puppets, then her playbook

Nor apotheosis, or her sainthood”

At the end of the world we’ll sing the old rugged cross2

Will it fall on us? Will it fall on us?

At the end of my mind I’ll turn the stars to dust

Will they be enough? Will it be enough?

To start the exodus?

At the end of the world we’ll sing the old rugged cross

Will it fall on us? Will it fall on us?

At the end of my mind I’ll turn the stars to dust

Will they be enough? Will it be enough?

To start the exodus?

Is death an apology

For the mistakes of life?

Do we live in Mary’s world now?

Or do we just survive?

AN A CAPELLA VERSION OF THE SONG SUNG BY ME!!!!

Footnotes

1. Note: Keeping in with the theme of the Foundation as a circus (making a fool of themselves), I referenced the Hartford Circus fire of 1944, which was one of the worst fire disasters in U.S history.

2. "The Old Rugged Cross" is a song historically tied to funerals, which makes sense - it's a funeral for the world. However, it's also a song about finding beauty in suffering - which ties in to the artistic language I tried to incorporate.