https://ditherer.bandcamp.com/album/nightmare-night-nine

(Buffalo)
Waking up to the break of dawn. I'm aching all
Over and shaky from... What am I shaking from?
What am I saying? Why am I at the bakery front?
And this button? It's vaguely familiar but,

I can't recall it. I'm barely all there. I'm scared,
And honestly, I'm lost here all because I..

Don't know where I'm going to finally jog these
Memories straight, but I'd rather ride on a car. See
On to instrumental matters. Why do I got this mental clatter
Just after I stand, cause I'm banged up and I'm tatters,

But it'd be easy to ask if you remember
What happened in September. This can't be all I ever
Grew up with. Everything's busted,
Dancing in the embers of this mass destruction.

Past the junction, looking around, inside and out.
Despising how even a woman and child could die and drown,
Buried in cries and shouts as lives of thousands
Burn up in the sky and clouds. Ignite the mounds of

Bodies just lying 'bout in a pyre as a final respite.
Pay my respect, but somehow, my face is stuck wide with a smile.
My mind isn't made up, but why can't I really make what I'm thinking hide my excite-
Ment, cause right now, I think I might feel like I'm alive again!

(Both)
I can't remember
What happened in September
When everything is gone
When it's dark and I'm alone
It's been forever
Since I could have remembered
Where the hell is everypony
I just want to know the story
Of what happened right before
I became so alone

(Ditherer)
Stuck in a fugue state
Winter comes and he’s functionally too late
He remembers his true fate
G houls stay creeping, soon he’ll lose face, soon he’ll lose face
Under his eyes you can plunder his mind
For the memories of running, abducting supplies
To construct a device
To help ponies leave springtime and summer behind
It’s a punch in the eye and now
Sounds in the dark ask why
He looks up at the char-blackened star-lacking sky
It churns with dust, he don’t yearn for much
Answer what voices in the dirt discuss
He only shoved ‘em to the deadline
What ponies needed was an usher to the next life
And now he wanders the wastes to find holdouts
Even one prosperous place is too bold now
Cus nopony really likes life in their core
They just forget getting frightened of finding the door
Once he has enough to format the parts he
Dictates his story like Cormac McCarthy
No laughs or parties, soul-black safari
Death’s a museum that tore back the artpiece

(Both)
Still can't remember
What happened in September
Back when everypony died
Trails of blood during my stride
I just discovered that
The ponies were defeated
By something really strong
It seemed very weird and wrong
It just doesn't belong
Like it came out of this world

I just remembered
What happened in September
I'm the one who killed them all!
I survived after the fall!