We're Your Age was printed on recycled materials by Bellwether Manufacturing. It includes a double-sided fold-out "mini-poster" and you will also receive a sticker. HANDMADE LYRICS BOOKS ARE NO MORE!! We're Your Age is Anti-Swag Fiend Party's first full-length release and has 12 tracks.
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It has eyes that gleam, the skin of veridian machines. It's a killer in a river with cold blood, but it's you that shivers. Twixt a swamp-like scene or body of salt and water, it claims nothing but it's king and it's delivering the slaughter. it may seem cool and calm, but don't be fooled by this pose. It will strike without warning and make meals of its foes. Be wary of the river bed and never venture underneath unless you intend to disappear post ending in its teeth. Destination: Decimation. Crossing paths with this creation. Between the reeds while it feeds, there's no motion while it breathes. There will be flesh in its maw and gore where you once stood whole. You won't live long enough to say it, but you fell victim to a crocodile deathroll.
A hundred trigger pulls behind its serrated rows, a biological success, many millennia show. No evolutionary change, strange, far from a must with a formula that left the dinosaurs in the dust. You’ll be crushed in a tussle by scale, brain, bone, and muscle. It’s too late by the time you hear the swamp’s leaves rustle. One thrust, one splash, one ripple, one roll. Unfold, but your story will never be told. Lack of breath in the depths, ripping, tearing through flesh while flooded lungs and bloodied gums contest for your death. One long, loud moment then eternity’s rest. Under the river’s rippled flesh no one would hear it if you wept or if you scream. Water teemin’ with demons, but it seems so serene. It’s like a dream until you see that ridged back emerge and when you feel your limb’s crack you know you're on your end’s verge.
So quick, so quiet, so menacing, so efficient so you’re quick to lose everything. You won’t find salvation on your native terrain. Once it starts it doesn’t stop until nothing remains. So illusive, once subtle, now threatening, so efficient so it’s quick to kill everything. No defense, no chance in this fight. You’re condemned once this ancient beast has you in its sights.