My eyes are bleeding from this brutal viewing
Who can you trust when the static snorts like angel dust
Get out of my head man, I’m going fucking brain dead
Don’t call the police cause I’m tripping
I can’t shake this feeling something bad is happening
…there’s no fire, no.
PTSD I know my rights I know what’s coming to me
My baby’s got such bad anxiety
pump her full of pills say she’s crazy that’s all she’ll ever know and that’s all she will be so
Don’t call the police cause I’m tripping
I can’t shake this feeling something bad is happening
…there’s no fire, no.
From the first deadened cowbell to the last dissonant guitar interval, Dutch quartet Geo's new record is shaped for impact. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 25, 2024