Life Without Pain Is a Fucking Fantasy

by Zombie Apocalypse

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rghchallen More melodic than ...Spark of Life, but definitely no worse off for that.

Favourite track/s - Witch Press, Brave Digger, Bullshit Destroyer, and Holy Fuck, We're Alive. Favorite track: Holy Fuck, We're Alive.
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WhyleKat Hands down one of the best metal albums I've ever fucking heard in my entire 38 years of miserable life!!

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Once More into the Drift If you had any doubt you were about to be punched in the face by music, it becomes absolutely evident within the first 6 seconds of "Hey, You Pissed on a Snake."

We're presented with 10 frantic motions, each brief and to the point, and each full of hooks so every song stands uniquely on its own, making it easy to digest. Meanwhile repeated listens bring out the nuances of the performances of everyone in the band. Brilliant release. Favorite track: Holy Fuck, We're Alive.
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1.
Hello, meat. You are but food for worms. Keep on edge. Even when you think you are safe you wind up fucking dead. Death waits for no man. Death claims all women. Our children die. Be clever, meat: Take a leak inside. Hey, you pissed on a snake, it’s a fine way to die. As fine a way to die as a rake in the brain.
2.
Fearface 01:04
Ladies and gentleman, cast your eyes before you. I present a sight grotesque and full of fear. It is a warning, this is a warning, the only one I’ll give you. Steel your gaze, drop your jaw, make a fist as your nightmares all come true. The night is long. So try to wake. The night is long. Just how much more can you take? And as the veil drops to the floor revealing (Oh my god, no!) the very creature that has stalked you all your life (I gotta get away!). Feeding and reveling in your pain and fear and worry (Get away!)… Stealing the night. Darken the day. Blocking the sun. Killing the light. Presenting now, without delay: The reflection you see every day.
3.
Like rubble in your hands, similar to my well-laid plans, I’m here now, rebar sticking through my ribs. Caught in the blast. Stop time with our eyes. Free from the past, from the future, from waking life. One more time before we die. We stand across a stillness that we spawn; as chaos reigns love braids us so we carry on. Dig your claws into the moment. Sink your teeth. Feel the warmth run down your cheeks devouring the bittersweet. In the cacophony, hold on to me, and I’ll hold on to you as we hurtle toward the sun and certain doom. But I feel a spark in you, and I know you sense the same. So make this pact with me and let’s run. Two particles in the wave making stillness, even if just in a dream. But the real world is on the horizon. It’s waiting for you and me.
4.
Racing heart can’t keep pace with my rage. I’m trying, I’m trying, don’t want to shake the cage. I’m trying. I’m trying, but this time I can’t resist. I make a fist. I raise that fist because your open hand betrays a velvet glove that in the dark of night will pluck the life from everything I love. And never did I think that my worst fears would rise back to the top; I make a fist and raise my voice and only death can make me stop. Grains of sand on teeming shores now weaponized. I’ll walk the coals with you, we will survive. Stay alive. Racing heart can’t keep pace with my rage. I’m trying, I’m trying, but I reach to shake the cage. I’m trying. I’m trying but this time I can’t resist. I make a fist.
5.
Witch Press 00:59
No one’s coming for us, we’re on our own. No one’s coming to help, we are alone. Press. And press. And press. Madness for death. But madness, madness is walking death. Worse than death. Let your ego reign as the stones pile up. No real world pain can replace what you’ve lost. The void in your chest has grown so dark. Another stone please, the heartbreak is too much to bear. Press. And press. And press. Madness for death.
6.
Dig deep until the air starts to cool. Dig until the sunlight above you seems far, far away. Panic grab anything you can. Prepare to know that you’re unprepared. Dig for your life, but your bones are tar; you won’t get very far. Me and the soil got a relationship. We know the truth: We’re gonna die. We’re gonna die if I... I can’t control it so I think I’m gonna die, and… We can’t agree so I think we’re gonna die, and… I can’t control it so I think I’m gonna die. We’re all gonna die. We’re dead. Doomed at each turn. Perpetually post-traumatic, anxiety is automatic. Dig deep. It’s the end but maybe not the last time. A heated dispute with the groundskeeper, but it’s not up to him who gets interred. Dig deeper, I swear it’s right here until it’s not and hope disappears. Losing to liars, black marketeers feeding on fear. Doomed at each turn. Perpetually post-traumatic, anxiety is automatic. Dig deep. It’s the end but maybe not the last time. Under your fingernails, the promise of one more chance to live life before you die.
7.
Deceiver, blood in your mouth. Forked face eats the devout. Deceivers hidden among believers with poison tongues. Weasel words. You indefensible inhuman shield, you sound how death feels. I call you out: Your doublespeak. And doublethink. I fucking think you sift through bullshit and rethink. Corpse breath, your words are shit. I call you out: Your doublespeak. And doublethink. I call you out on all your bullshit. I fucking think you sift through bullshit and rethink.
8.
Holy fuck. What’s in my veins? The fresh air, the concrete, the bloody hair, but I grin all the same. Kept from the light. Dwelled with the dead. Ate broken bread with the reaper, held his hand convinced I’d never see the light again. Seduced, embraced, by the darkness. I failed, I fell behind. A maze in my mind. A fucking lie. Holy fuck, you’re alive just like me. We won’t live forever; life without pain is a fucking fantasy. So hear the distant screams at night keeping that spark of life. Grinding their cutlasses, steeling their gazes, guarding the night. Doing what they think is right. Come with me, it’s gonna be alright.
9.
How long have I been laying here? How long have I been right here? I’m tired of being asleep. I’m too fucking strong to feel this weak. I’m shedding the deadness, clot corners my mouth. I’ll rip my lips off all the way if I must. Crust cracking, blood leaks to grease up the rust. Thoughts switching off to give feeling the trust. Push up through wood, then soil, then grass. Gasp as I reach for the light... Undead. Burn bright.
10.
Breathe in. Breathe out. Fix your gaze, be the mountain. Shed the shadows of doubt. We are the storm and the stillness. We forge the fetters, the chains, and the monogrammed cuffs. Covet whispers of fear like treasure. But like love, there’s never enough. Signs of life or a phantom. Long lost friend, just a scarecrow. Raise me up from of the shadows. Make the blood bring red warmth back to my face. Reanimate me. Truth scrawled into my face. Undying, reanimated grace. Breathe in. Breathe out.

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Life Without Pain Is A Fucking Fantasy
Written and recorded by 3 ill-timed rabbis. Special appearance by Weird Ed.
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by John Nadacluerio at Nada Recording. Ancillary vocals recorded by Len Carmichael at Landmine Studios. Guitar/bass/ancillary vocal tracking by Eric Dellon.
Gang Vocals by The Rotting Larynx Choral Society. And Mark Darbonoid. Art direction/layout by Damien Moyal.
Front cover by Nathaniel Shannon.

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Undying, reanimated grace: bastardshitbastard@gmail.com

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released August 9, 2019

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