As if in a fever
I awoke to find strangers all around me
I had dreams too
And then there was you
Always clinging to the last worn out fuck
Asshole
I swallowed my pride and this is all I am repaid
Your vanity is the end of the line
Is it by design that we should praise the faceless of yesteryear?
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