“We tried to capture the ferocity of the music and the rawness of the lyrics and put them together in a movie alike videoclip. Our songs are sometimes full of living experiences and they let feelings go out, sometimes we use them to channel our deepest fears and ghosts. And as we can see on movies and TV serials, we think it’s needed to normalize it and show with naturalness tough situations we all see and even suffer in real life. We all deserve to live with dignity, and when time should come we all deserve to die in a dignified way.” – Angelus Apatrida

Produced by Micoco Graphics (Albacete, Spain)
Directed and edited by Fer Morales
Cameras: Antonio Fernández and Fer Morales
Art direction and dressing: María Azaña
Color grading: Antonio Fernández
Lights: Jorge Manuel Elbal
Make up: Mercedes Moreno
Assistants: Ana Andujar and Jorge López-Ferrero
Main actors: David Sarrión and Carmina López
Doctor: Juan Alfaro
Nurse: Estel Consarnau

Thanks:
Oleana Restaurant, Clínica Zuñiga, Moratalla Family, Capitán Denim.

Lyrics: Childhood’s End

Eyes in motion at a blistering pace
A different shack but still the same place
Moving in circles the face against the wall
Attempted murder for a glorious end

I just wanna see this world burn
I just want these chains to rot

Gave up society with pure hate
The grief eater has heard my prayers
It crawls at night when nobody’s watching
A thousand bites the daggers of despair

Give me power to forsake myself
To take my breath away

I don’t have a gun but I got a tongue
No instructions needed, ready to shoot
Failed innocence in a heart-shaped box
Too many things to unlearn… childhood’s end

And face myself to the ruthless God
And save myself beyond this world

Control my destiny
And have one last chance to die with dignity

Have you ever walked around in my skin?
Out of all the sinners, out of all disgrace
Found all the reasons, it’s too late to forgive
Leave away your burdensome sympathy

Give me strength to walk away
To end the road this way

I don’t have a gun but I got a tongue
No instructions needed, ready to shoot
Failed innocence in a heart-shaped box
Too many things to unlearn… childhood’s end

And face myself to the ruthless God
And save myself!

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