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Apocalypse Now
Rock
Apocalypse Now fue publicado el 26 de junio de 2026 por Rainbow Patrol como parte del álbum Cataclysm - EP
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Fecha de lanzamiento26 de junio de 2026
SelloRainbow Patrol
IdiomaEnglish
Melodicidad
Acústico
Valence
Bailabilidad
Energía
BPM119

Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Richard Charlton
Richard Charlton
Guitar, Vocals
Jacqueline Kennelly
Jacqueline Kennelly
Electric Bass Guitar
Travis Arnoldussen
Travis Arnoldussen
Drums
Chris Arnoldussen
Chris Arnoldussen
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Richard Charlton
Richard Charlton
Songwriter
Jacqueline Kennelly
Jacqueline Kennelly
Songwriter
Travis Arnoldussen
Travis Arnoldussen
Songwriter
Chris Arnoldussen
Chris Arnoldussen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Richard Charlton
Richard Charlton
Producer
Quint Viskup
Quint Viskup
Recording Engineer
Emily Morgan
Emily Morgan
Mastering Engineer

Letras

Bring my mind back I cannot sleep
Take a pill to erase this lasting streak
Of pain and hurt I cannot find
A way out of this complex pride
Apocalypse it came too soon
No space to breathe, there is no room
A crowded wasteland I observe
People still don't get what they deserve
They told us we were guaranteed paradise
Then how come these people all can't see the rapture is here?
Planet's dying, preachers feel it
Mothers crying, I can hear it
Not my fault that you're addicted
Numbers vaulting, we're afflicted
Storm's a-brewing, lapse of judgement
Caps are melting, no adjustment
Take a gamble, will not listen
Cold preamble for a Christian
If that's the way it has to be
Television fills my empty brain
Scenes of violence, corruption in my veins
Let the species die while I discover
No one tries to care or even bother
Tick, ticking away the clock strikes twelve
Nuclear waste it falls from above
Don't tell me this fight is not your strife
It's just a vision of afterlife
They told us we were guaranteed paradise
Then how come these people all can't see the rapture is here?
Planet's dying, preachers feel it
Mothers crying, I can hear it
Not my fault that you're addicted
Numbers vaulting, we're afflicted
Storm's a-brewing, lapse of judgement
Caps are melting, no adjustment
Take a gamble, will not listen
Cold preamble for a Christian
If that's the way it has to be
Written by: Chris Arnoldussen, Jacqueline Kennelly, Richard Charlton, Travis Arnoldussen
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