from From Oblivion by The Corps



Following hot on the heels of Dear Detective, Mockingbird picks up the speed and intensity. Searing octave chords fly over a scorching pace, in a song about desperation, confusion, and regaining your footing even when the ground is moving.


Maybe if I lay down my head
I’ll forget, about the place I’m in
My eyes shut - just doesn’t silence the screams

Do you know - how long I’ve been out?
Can’t recall - anything but doubt
Could you see - through my surreal disguise?

I heard
A voice
It came - from inside my window pane
It said
It needs
The sane

Cold and scared - stretched out on the floor
I’ve been here - plenty times before
Hold the thought - visualize escape

I’m surprised - we lasted this long
I’ve not once - been listed as strong
There’s a chance - that one of us will make it

Regret mixed with hopelessness makes one deadly cocktail
Give me one more for last call, later explain the drunken tale

I forget - how we designed the plan
Scalpel, plus - the luck of the hand
Careful, now - this must be timed out just right

Wait til the guard gets a load of me
Syringe first - maybe one or three
The hunger - might take over, we’ll see

This is a message for someone though I won’t pretend
Who it’s for or why I wrote it, find out in the bitter end…

The bitter end…

The bitter end


from From Oblivion, track released May 5, 2022


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The Corps Vancouver, British Columbia

As darkness slithered unnoticed into 2814 posing as music, few were aware of the ever dimming light. But there were four souls who saw through the lies. The gods they had served for years, still on the battlefield, will someday relent with pride and pass down the torch. These four will charge their rings and make a stand 'til the deaf hear the light. ... more

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