This is quite possibly the most depraved, desolate, apocalyptic, and outright fucked up album I've ever written (and also one of the longest of recent memory). There was a series of albums I haven't really made cannon into one universe until now, but leading up to this album is "Order Disorder", "My World To You", "Hey, Fuckhead!", "For Our Worst Has Yet To Come", "For Our Time Has Come", "Heart-Shaped Hair", and "Deerhead", all of which tie together into this large story of a slow rise from the ashes of fallen war mutants, to then be full of corruption and repeat the cycle all over again. There's many references to all the other previous albums, as this one's meant to tie them all together and end off the series. There is only the electric guitar and my voice, there are no other instruments. All recordings were done improvised, finished after one take. This album in particular is meant to showcase my metal state at the time of recording these sessions, and is meant to represent what I've been through as a person over the years. The live sets were done in private with local family members only, recorded via. phone. These sessions were recorded from early-August to mid-November of 2024.