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Sweet Apocalypse
I envisioned the end of the world as a sugar overdose. 'Sweet Apocalypse' paints a picture of pink skies, candy corn icebergs, and poison cider. It is a critique of gluttony and excess, where we 'bite the dust' with a smile, riding a sugar high straight into oblivion while the doctor watches us rot.
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THE VERSES
My stomach hurts from all the sweets
Every day is Halloween
Cotton candy-pink skies
Grapes are fallin' from the vines
Candy corn as big as icebergs
Apples sweet as poisoned cider
Livin' the dream
It's the end of the world
(Sweet apocalypse)
The smell of gasoline and black licorice
(Sweet apocalypse)
No better place to die than in a sugar rush
(Sweet apocalypse)
Wanna come along? I think I know a bus
(Sweet apocalypse)
Buckle up
'cause now we're gonna bite the dust
[Post-Chorus]
(Bite the dust, bite the dust)
(Bite the dust, bite the dust)
(Bite the dust, bite the dust)
(Bite the dust, bite the dust)
Got a full house at the hospital
My doctor thinks I'm sweet
But not in a good way
I'm gonna burn
Burn
Burn
In hell for bein' so high fructose
And all the boys and girls
They tell me
All their jaws are fallin' off
'Cause I'm sugar and spice and everything nice
And it's the end of the world
(Sweet apocalypse)
The smell of gasoline and black licorice
(Sweet apocalypse)
No better place to die than in a sugar rush
(Sweet apocalypse)
Wanna come along? I think I know a bus
(Sweet apocalypse)
Buckle up
'cause now we're gonna bite the dust
(Bite the dust, bite the dust)
(Bite the dust, bite the dust)
(Bite the dust, bite the dust)
(Bite the dust, bite the dust)
Watchin' a clock that's always runnin' out
Gettin' a taste of what's a-goin' down
So I order another round
Let me paint a picture of the mess we made
Mmm
The lemonade was made from pink champagne
So I drink it all away
I don't mind it
Hey
If I have a little fun before the final judgment day
And I think it's kinda cute
Yeah
I think it's kinda funny
When you're broke and think you made it
'Cause you bought yourself a bunny
Now we're poppin' all the pop
ECHOES FROM THE VOID
Enter the Gate