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Enjoy The Apocalypse! [2020 DEMO]

by Cruelhouse

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1.
Iniquity 02:48
I'm waiting for my life to start and it's killing me This City's been rotting my brain out This World's been such disappointing shit I dream of burning your house down
2.
Black Snake 02:21
Black Snake crawling up my leg Black Snake crawling up my leg Black Snake crawling up my leg Black Snake crawling up my leg Black Snake crawling up my leg Black Snake crawling up my leg Black Snake crawling up my leg Black Snake crawling up my leg Black Snake swallows World whole My own personal world eater My own personal world eater Go! Embrace your fear! It's real!
3.
Can’t afford a thing in the store Somehow that’s my fault When I hear stories from the good old days Of a how much five bucks bought Can’t afford to pay my bills Somehow that’s my fault When I hear stories from the good old days Of living off a single job Can’t afford to buy a home Somehow that’s my fault When I hear stories from the good old days Of a house for a pile of salt The world I was given was fucked from the start Somehow that’s my fault When I hear stories from the good old days It feels like an assault Can’t afford a thing in the store Somehow that’s my fault When I hear stories from the good old days Of a how much five bucks bought Can’t afford to pay my bills Somehow that’s my fault When I hear stories from the good old days Of living off a single job And I've got a job Can’t afford to buy a home Somehow that’s my fault When I hear stories from the good old days Of a house for a pile of salt The world I was given was fucked from the start Somehow that’s my fault When I hear stories from the good old days It feels like an assault
4.
Serpentine we walk the path Towards hypermanic panic clash Spinal shock and caffeine crash Made statues out of the lasts nomads Wide awake, and I’ll never sleep I don’t want to live a clean-life 9-to-5 creep The view’s so nice but the fall’s so steep The water’s so warm but I’m in so deep It’s like an motor in the middle of your brain Move quick enough, you’ll never hit the drain Run fast and you’ll never touch the rain Everything to lose and the infinite to gain It’s a balancing act, and the reaction is crucial You can be a dope rider with the public’s approval Trouble’s on the way if you can’t fix up your pupils They drag you in the wagon for reality refusal Chemical composure is a crooked cat to feed When the standard’s so fucked and requires upkeep The view’s so nice but the fall’s so steep The water’s so warm but I’m in so deep It’s like an motor in the middle of your brain Move quick enough, you’ll never hit the drain Run fast and you’ll never touch the rain In pursuit of the infinite: Grow! It’s like an motor in the middle of your brain Move quick enough, you’ll never hit the drain Run fast and you’ll never touch the rain In pursuit of the infinite
5.
Manic Energy 03:42
im filled with all this useless manic energy my head's an engine that seems to run without the keys there is a lightning bolt that pulses through my spine cursed to feel as though im always wasting time im wasting TIME TIME TIME TIME TIME TIME TIME TIME I'M WASTING, I'M WASTING I'M WASTING, I'M WASTING I'M WASTING, I'M WASTING I'M WASTING, I'M WASTING I'M WASTING, I'M WASTING I'M WASTING, I'M WASTING I'M WASTING, I'M WASTING I'M WASTING MY TIME im charged with so much pointless manic energy i sit around all day and wait for an epiphany it never comes and i resign unto the void guess i fucked it up for myself now im forever paranoid oh what’s the use? TIME TIME TIME TIME TIME TIME TIME TIME I'M WASTING, I'M WASTING I'M WASTING, I'M WASTING I'M WASTING, I'M WASTING I'M WASTING, I'M WASTING I'M WASTING, I'M WASTING I'M WASTING, I'M WASTING I'M WASTING, I'M WASTING I'M WASTING MY TIME
6.
VISION MADE TO BLUR, YOUR SKIN IS CAKED IN MUD THE SUN BEATS YOUR HEAD IN, YOU FEEL IT IN YOUR BLOOD THIS WORLD IS WARMER THAN YOU REMEMBER WARMER THAN YOU REMEMBER WARMER THAN YOU REMEMBER WARMER THAN YOU REMEMBER SUMMER’S TURNED TO HELL ON EARTH THEY BURN THE WORLD FOR WHAT IT’S WORTH THIS WORLD IS WARMER THAN YOU REMEMBER WARMER THAN YOU REMEMBER WARMER THAN YOU REMEMBER WARMER THAN YOU REMEMBER HEATWAVE HEATWAVE HEATWAVE HEATWAVE DEATH RAY Heatwave! The blaze of the Sun is a Death Ray! Heatwave! The blaze of the Sun is a Death Ray! Heatwave! The blaze of the Sun is a Death Ray! Heatwave! The blaze of the Sun is a Death Ray! DEATH RAY DEATH RAY DEATH RAY DEATH RAY
7.
Mind Control 03:00
those supposed crash burns look chemical that crocodile smile feels painted on machine-crafted image of a sale with a soul illicit, explicit, but it's mind control shout "fuck police" but turn witness in the hole with the wacky wild hair color chosen by a poll another cheap high for the culture patrol hollow, shallow, mind control it feels like rebelling, but it's not the real thing it feels like rebelling, but it's not the real thing it feels like rebelling, but it's not the real thing it feels like rebelling, but it's not the real thing I KNOW, IT FEELS LIKE REBELLION WOULD YOU BELIEVE ME IF I SAID IT'S NOT? I KNOW, IT FEELS LIKE REBELLION WOULD YOU BELIEVE ME IF I SAID IT'S NOT?
8.
You turn good things into poison Naturally, you're a fucking waste I think you're a man-made serpent Built to breed and bathe in hate Your whole fucking life's a joke! Your whole fucking life's a joke! Your whole fucking life's a joke! (But I don't think it's that funny) A clockwork snake! Mechanical serpent! A clockwork snake! Mechanical serpent! A clockwork snake! Mechanical serpent! A clockwork snake!
9.
Cicada 01:51
You float like a ghost through the window Ring a bell to let me know you're here Won't care for the painful droning I won't care 'til I'm bleeding out my ear Now you're screaming in my ear You're screaming in my ear I can't sleep You're like a Cicada Cicada Cicada Cicada OK! You drip with the acid of America You're a concentrated dose of pain You got that look on your face like you're clever And that sharp fucking ringing's driving me insane Now you're screaming in my ear You're screaming in my ear I can't sleep You're like a Cicada Cicada Cicada Cicada Cicada Cicada Cicada Cicada OK! Ok. ok.

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Piss and Vinegar, vigorously shaken with Gravel, served in a Broken Bottle with a Chitlin garnish.

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released October 2, 2020

Vox / Rhythm Guitar / Programming - Lucas Rose
Bass / Guitar - Kyle Southwick
Lead Guitar - David Lavey

All songs composed by Lucas Rose & Kyle Southwick
Engineered by Lucas Rose

Cover art designed by DOSvirus

Special thanks to Emily, Karla, Ambrose, Will, Byron, Connor, Ron, Joe, Joey, Ty, Ricky, Kevin, Mary, Zoe, Lino, Murph, Alex B., Frida, and Charlie

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