They have it covered. Armed to the teeth. Nails bit off in anticipation of the end. You’re surrounded by suspicion police. They filled the sky with eyes and our phones with ears. You must report all that you hear. You’re surrounded, ask for seconds. You’re surrounded, get fat on fear.
supported by 5 fans who also own “Suspicion Police”
I am kicking myself for being so late to this band. I found out about them from their HIRS collaboration and went straight to this album, oh my godddd it is incredible. My turntable stays at 45RPM because I keep putting this one back on. Keep pushing yall. Trillis Schlafly