Filmed in Matthews, NC on 10/10/14 by Jak Kerley/Shibby Pictures.
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Another one of those blockbuster music videos for me. When I knew Days n Daze would be in the same area as me, I hit up Whitney and asked if she had any idea for a concept for a video. She said, “Zombies!” So going through my usual music video creative process, I went to Party City, bought a bunch of make-up and other fun stuff, and we had a blast.
Whitney really directed the crap out of this one. I came up with the idea for have Geoff in the dumpster, then Whitney took over and decided who was gonna kill who, in what order, and how. This was also one of the first music videos I started messing around with color correction (finally!)
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Tragedies killing disasters like clockwork
Maybe I’m just jade
but I don’t see the beauty anymore
And so I mourn for every child born
Into this ugly and unforgiving world
We’re dropping’ bodies droppin’ bombs
No remorse no restraint at all
What’s left for the ones who come after us
Bloody rubble and a dream coated in dust
How much further do we plan to take it
Slash and burn till the planet lies vacant
And I’ve always heard that when it rains it pours
If we let the cops pull us over
Next they’ll bust down our doors
The prisons are loaded the quotas are met
We’re starving in gutters and drowning in debt
The system has faltered there’s no help to call for
Let’s open the toolbox and build something better
CHORUS
god I hope we haven’t buried ourselves too deep
Beneath a mountain of abhorrent ideas and greed
And I really wish I had some hope for the future
but I’m sorry gotta say I don’t (x2)
2053 missiles deployed
Soon we’ll be shifting through
the ashs of a planet destroyed
The human race is just a parasitic toxic disease
We’re paving over forests and we’re poisoning the seas
A wasteland what once was pure
Decrepit now we’ve torn the sails
A travesty a wasted chance
The bridge to growth was built to fail
A hourglass is running low
Rusted gears begin to slow
When this modern daydream does collapse
We’ll all be begging for the past
