APOCÆLYPSE

Stream "BLACK BOX"
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Video Crew:
Director: Ira Black
Co-Director: Vicente Cordero / Industrialism Films
Edited by: Ian Montez
Lighting & Grip: Alex Urquidez, Lauren Hand, Shelby Ingham
Video Concept & Set Design: Ira Black
Set Construction: Lonny Pasillas & Bryce Pasillas
Actors: Calvin Montgomery, Ezra Behrens, Moe Warren, Nathan Bramsway, Sophie Kanani
Wardrobe: Wornstar, La Riga L.A., Ceiba SF, Toxic Thrilz: Mask

Song Credits:
Music, Melody & Lyrics: Ira Black
Produced by: Ira Black
Executive Producer: Andy Fetyko
Recorded and Programming by: Ira Black at Black Attack Studios, Las Vegas, NV
Drums Engineered by: Andy Beldy at Electric Shop Recording, Las Vegas, NV
Mixed by: Kane Churko at The Hideout Recording Studio, Las Vegas, Nevada
Mastered by: Maor Appelbaum at Maor Appelbaum Mastering, California, USA
Artwork: Ira Black

APOCÆLYPSE is:
Ira Black: Vocals and Lead Guitar
Ira Black IV: Guitar
Matt Snell: Bass
Lonny Pasillas: Drums

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"BLACK BOX" (lyrics)
Raised in the noise, learned how to hide,
Hard lessons carved on the inside.
Broken home,
nowhere to land,
Had to grow up with blood on my hands
I learned to run
before I could stay,
Every goodbye just paved the way

I don’t talk about what
I survived,
I just lock it down and keep it alive.

Welcome to the
Black Box,
sealed inside,
Every secret,
every scar I hide.
When it all went down and I lost control,
I kept the truth in my broken soul.
I went down hard,
but I didn’t stop—
I lived to tell it…
Welcome to the
Black Box.

Highways, stages, motel lights,
New faces fade overnight.
Different bands, same old fight,
Chasing a dream at the speed of life.
Crowds feel close, then they’re gone,
I’m always moving, never home.

No roots, no place to stay,
Just songs and ghosts along the way.

Welcome to the
Black Box,
locked and scarred,
All the wreckage, all the hard.
I numbed the pain, I lost my way,
Tried to outrun what wouldn’t fade.
I went down hard, but I didn’t stop—
I lived to tell it…
Welcome to the
Black Box.

Addiction had me by the throat,
I chased the dark till I finally broke.
Faced myself, no place to run,
That’s where the healing started from.

Welcome to the
Black Box,
open now,
I survived what should’ve taken me out.
All the miles, all the nights alone,
Built a life from the wreckage zone.
I went down hard, but I didn’t stop—
I’m still standing…
Welcome to the
Black Box.

If I fall again, let it be known:
I lived. I fought.
I made it home.