the slurpiest gets promoted to spitcatcher

Full Cruelty Squad OST

CruS

Moonkid

05 Chunkopops

04 Combat Cocktail

03 Pharmacreep

02 Memories Of HQ

01 Depression Nap

for ANALOG HORROR - FACES
https://youtu.be/yzh70WbQ4YI

b e n e a t h

for ANALOG HORROR - THE CLUE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KnAVR02F7Ko

p i p e s

p i g s

for ANALOG HORROR - MEAT
https://youtu.be/7wiZCY6yGBs?si=3-dkkKhZwDq7fQL7

m e a t

A point in the horizon, a melting scene from your childhood. Your mortality is showing. A frantic drift towards nothing, biology doomed to an infinite recursive loop. Teeth with teeth with teeth. Take a bite. Serene scent of a coastal town, warmth of the sun. Bitter tears. Lust for power. This is where you abandoned your dreams. You are a high net worth individual, an expanding vortex of pathetic trauma. Finally a beautiful fucking nerve ape. A pure soul is born, its neurotransactions stutter into being. 30583750937509353 operations per nanosecond. Beauty eludes your porous mind. The value of Life is negative. The balance of being is rotated by 38 degrees. The surface is full of cracks, a turgid light shines through. Fleshy primordial bodies sluggishly roll down the slope. Only you slide upwards, with a celestial step. You become beautified, a saintly figure. Your pristine idiocy reveals a safe path through the impenetrable fog of Life. Your dull sword cuts through the weak tendons and membranes of the garden of corruption. Sit on the throne of contentment and ferment. Inspect the eternal blue skies of your kingdom. You come to a realization. You pick up an onion and begin peeling. Onion layer one. Onion layer two. Onion layer three. Onion layer n^n. Aeons have passed and the onion is fully peeled. Nothing remains. It's perfect. You get lost in the point that remains where the onion used to be. Synaptic cascade, neurological catastrophe. The point becomes infinitely dense, the universe condenses into a unicellular being. It screams sin. It craves happiness. It's done with this world. It tries to commit suicide but fails. Sad pathetic mess. You feel pity and disgust but in a way only a being of pure grace can. In your violent mercy you terminate the worldlife.
GOLDEN AGE

24. Cradle of Life

5. Chunkopops

4. Combat Cocktail

sigismund freaks out at work, a real handful

3. Pharmacreep

2. Memories Of HQ

1. Depression Nap

Written by me and Jesper Skager.

Lyrics:
I walked up the house on the fallen mans hill
You stood by the door before we went to war
Are we work of fiction or do we really exist in this world
Becouse that's what I've heard
There's something in the way you move your head when you speak
I cannot explain but it drives me insane

You won't be here when I wake up
The things I fear hides in the back of my mind
The slightest move could make the whole world fall apart
You won't be here

There is a sentence that could make me change my mind
Not even I know the words
The way you move your lips could re-write history
And I'm afraid of what you might do
I think I have something that hides under my skin
It is cruel and unclean
It frightens me to think of what you would have done if you
Found the key to my heart

You won't be here when I wake up
The things I fear hides in the back of my mind
The slightest move could make my whole world fall apart
You won't be here

Strings of light through the holes of the deep
The way she shakes her head in her sleep
The faceless woman by the corner
She looks just like you
You stood naked by the sea
Survival of the sickest we all fail
I don't have a clue of what you could be
But you're not a human
You're not a human
You're not a human
No

24. Cradle of Life

Flanko