When I'm sad I always find comfort in music, and "Empty Temples" by The Sword is one of those songs. I've taken the liberty of rewriting it for cohost

before the metrics started counting
we built chosts to the sun

c s s   c r i m e s by the moonlight

now remembered by none
as we move through the future
we are warmed by the past
like a fire on a cold, dark night
but dawn's here at last

let go of all that binds you
your kind will always find you

we must give up the shitposts
though they've served us well
the tags have lost meaning
what were profiles are shells
but there is a new path
always has been
as we set foot upon it
let us fear not the end

let go of all that binds you
your kind will always find you

an endless series of meaningless tasks
each one distracting us all from the last
look all around at the things you've been given
what do you see?
beauty and eggbug, discourse and blocklists
all in your memory

let go of all that binds you

your kind will always find you

Original (Youtube): The Sword - Empty Temples (Acoustic)