Heavy News – Day 2
Story
An apocalypse is coming. It’s all over the news, but some refuse to believe it. Ignoring the warnings backed by science and experts while people die and societies crumble before their very eyes. Their internet echo chambers surely know better than people with decades of experience, right? /s. Maybe we’ll all kill each other before nature does.
Inspired by the COVID-19 pandemic and climate change.
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Lyrics
A passing asteroid’s been glancing at our atmosphere.
The experts estimate collision any day.
This beckons questions, tune it at eleven, keep it here.
What’s our disaster correspondent have to say?
There’s wildfires walkin’ tirelessly this way
But lucky us, there’s flooding coming from a hurricane.
Well, thank you. Next, there’s a systemic epidemic too,
That’s not to mention growing tension and dissent.
I see you people out there clapping your hands,
The streets are paved with your atrocious behavior.
A silent violence made its way through the stands,
A riot quietly amassed in the graveyard.
Hey Mr. Radio, you got it twisted.
Let me whisper shady ol’ truths…
I know
Better than the vile
Demons and their lies
Spittin’ la da da da die.
Oh no.
I won’t
Be a player in your puppet show,
Shove your confirmation bias
La da da da die.
Just in, there’s massive massacres occurring here and there.
And krakens attacking capitals,
Shit’s gone wacky everywhere.
I can’t believe you people clapping your hands,
A bunch of brazen bastards bumpin’ your politics.
No longer silent and the violence expands,
Parade your petty pride above the apocalypse.
Hey Mr. Radio, you got it twisted.
Let me whisper shady ol’ truths…
I know
Better than the vile
Demons and their lies
Spittin’ la da da da die.
Oh no.
I won’t
Be a player in your puppet show,
Shove your confirmation bias
La da da da die
God damn,
You can’t win my silence.
Sovereign defiance
Swelling up to suffocate the truth.
Choking down your blue pill,
Crawl back in your molehill,
Gallows are beckoning you.
Hey Mr. Radio, you might have missed it
But your dirty tricks are there for all to see.
A bloody torrent in the forecast for the rest of time.
An arthropod eclipse, a colossal frog and it’s hopping mad.
Maintaining this is fictitious political hogphooey
Even as you wallow in sorrow ‘cuz that frog swallowed up your fam.
Egregious lies, you say? It’s right in your face.
A mass extinction affair that’s passed the brink of repair.
And now there’s polliwogs the size of ships and covered in spikes,
Swimming in crimson rivers flowing through your cities, even still you deny.
Hey Mr. Radio, we’ll never listen
We got intuition and that’s all we need.
Now all that’s left is just a hellish scene of endless bones.
Scowling survivors shriek with glee as we eviscerate our own.
Then parts the sky as the messiah rises through the crowd
He pleads for peace and lo we weep as freedom guns him down
Hey Mr. Radio, you’re decommissioned
Our humble perdition upon your grave.
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Artwork Sneak Peek
We’ve collaborated with Graphic Designer / Illustrator Kane Tutssel to bring each song to life.