In a staggering voice she is telling herself
that everything will be alright.
While motions of numbness keep crossing her face
her smile is flawless and bright.
His face made of stone - careless, static and mean
his eyes telling nothing and none.
A glance in his heart: beating empty and cold
emotions so troubled and stunned.
These cries ain't cold
just silhouettes of a fucked up state of mind -
these cries ain't cold
just an impressions of the struggles fought (out) inside
Heavy pills lying still on the verge of the sink
for a glimpse in(to) a world made of gold.
And the state of sedation is embracing her fears
as well as the drugs save her soul.
These cries ain't cold
just silhouettes of a fucked up state of mind -
these cries ain't cold
just an impressions of the struggles fought (out) inside
The love that he feels causes uncertainty
and the fact makes him doubt even more.
Secluding himself in a burst of crude thoughts
is threatening what his heart wishes for.
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