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Practice For The Apocalypse

from Hexenzirkel by Tommy Concrete

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PRACTICE FOR THE APOCALYPSE

Twenty five mils quetiapine
Three times daily keeps me from strife
Floating along inside the dream
Of the psychosis of my life

I took my meds to kill the blues
A thousand more died on the news
I accept this for what it is
Practice for the apocalypse

I've lived in poverty most of my adult life
Gone without food and lodge, ate porridge and mouse shit
My resentment has grown for capitalism
But today I am glad for the pain I've endured
I have never laid roots, spent most of my life lost
Every day I have praised Hell for making me hard
I have learned how to fight and been forced to adapt
Knowing this day would come, to me it's sort of fun

Communities falling apart
Across the world breaking my heart
We consume the grim updates
Upon death we will concentrate
I took my meds to kill the blues
A thousand more died on the news
I accept this for what it is
Practice for the apocalypse

We have become so soft, detached from our planet
People running amok, fatties fighting in shops
Privileged lies unfurled, not even the third world
Clown kings fail to control, the facade they have sold
As the virus condemns rich and poor, us and them
Will this nightmare reveal economics concealed?
This ain't Armageddon, taster of what's to come
What we fear in the west is just life for the rest

I hope this is the worst I see
This war that is waged on mankind
We asked for it we raped the Earth
This is the retaliation

I took my meds to kill the blues
A thousand more died on the news
I accept this for what it is
Practice for the apocalypse

Terrifying nana’s raking through the bins
Teenage prozzers smoking blims
Hello is that police Scotland 101?
Me neighbours getting murdered again
Child porn stars with suicidal ideation
Pledging allegiance to the butchers apron
Midnight knobhead knocking at my door
Selling his trainers for draw
The people are rising for the social virtues
While moron gorillas are guarding fucking statues
Dragon Soop, thirty pregabalin
And it’s not even a fucking mad yin
Hoovering lines like liposuction
And practicing anti-social distancing

Devastation sweeping the nation
Cutting us deep from station to station
The black dog barks and bites
And the darkness calls in the empty night
The world isn’t in on a joke
Reality isn’t a hoax
And who’s gonna mop up the mess
Seems like every motherfucker’s in a web of stress

To those on the tin foil ride
Who call it a lie, no matter how many die
It’s like your personal conquest
To try to be the vilest cunt bitch
You’re cursing the nurses
In the year of the hearses
And you can’t reverse this
So hear the verses
You don’t care who has suffered
Sisters, mothers, fathers, brothers
We’er gonna drop you like a bombscare
You’re fucking lucky you are here
Hate is seeping out your pores
Venomous nazi little whore
Some day your glass house will shatter
Fuck you black lives do matter
You, you even mock the fucking dead

This one goes out to the rattling bams
Scripts not enough and you’re feeling damned
Dihydrocodeins not touching the sides
You gotta stay clean if you want be alive
Withdrawal hell changes your mind
You buy thirty blues and a bottle of wine
And not even a naloxone calzone will save you

From your own brain’s
Manifestation of isolation
Suffocating the fucking nation
Sink back into addiction
And pause your imagination
Accommodating the abomination
‘till it dominates your attention
Was never the original intention

Waking sleeping it’s all the same
When your living in a world insane
Reality cannot be ascertained
Unlike a visit to the astral plane
You’ve got tracks but missing a train
Citric acid burning your veins
In a dystopian terrain
The horse of pestilence reigns

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from Hexenzirkel, released June 25, 2021

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Tommy Concrete Edinburgh, UK

Tommy Concrete is a metal musician based in Edinburgh Scotland.
Blending multiple genres to create shifting styles.
Challenging, progressive, avant-garde but sometimes just straight up Motorhead.
Often compared to Devin Townsend but
Influenced by Hawkwind, Amorphis, Enslaved and Opeth..
Tommy has been a part of the UK underground for 30 odd years and has played in a million bands.
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