I’m floating through an absence of air
And my soul longs for atmosphere
I’ve grown weary of my person-shaped balloon
But I cannot take my helmet off here
There’s no pressure in space
No air for my face
Come set me somewhere I can breathe
Need ground for my feet
I need this suit off of me
And I breathe
Is my oxygen tank a part of me?
Only through my helmet lens do I see
Does it distort my reality?
There’s no pressure in space
No air for my face
Come set me down somewhere I can breathe
Need ground for my feet
I need this suit off of me
My oxygen is slowly running out
And I can’t get myself down
There’s no pressure in space
No air for my face
Can’t see the sun, no air for my lungs
Come set me down
I can’t breathe
I need this suit off of me
On their first new record in six years, the Virginia garage punkers take on the end of the world with the requisite clang and clamor. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 9, 2024