Taming brittle play thing. A time to kill.
Grating. Alienating. Blood right. Congealed.
Stay free. You can't save me cause I don't feel.
Tasting upon waking a knife inhaled.
Failing. Irritating. Untie your will.
Shaking. Vision's breaking. Sunlight. Too real.
Separated from the blueprint.
Now my choices are all fluid.
Hiding under and reclusive.
Very lonely. Staying prudent.
By and large I sleep beautifully.
Shallow gene pool. Species neutered.
Human chemistry's winding down.
Variation is running out.
Inbreeding inevitable.
Educated in the ruins.
Now their voices are all muted.
And I wonder if it's human.
Bury water for my students.
It's my scars that keep you lucid.
Look at how I'm persecuted.
You never give me credit for being self aware of my abuse.
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