I can't see past the sunrise
But I can feel the night coming
I can feel the light slowly dissipate
Around the crooked ends of the earth
And I can't see past the darkness
But I know I'm in the void
But I know I'm in the void
And I know I can't just cut past these reasons
Or else I'll just drop off
And every time I think I can get out of it
I just thrash and moan like a beast stuck with spears
The burning lances of life
Exerting all my energies- and inflammatory release
And every word out of my mouth is a fake cry for help
And everything is a joke to me
Ha ha ha ha ha
A burning shard of subconscious
I take in serendipitously
Chicago's Stuck make sharp, tense, groovy post-punk that fans of the Touch & Go roster will find immediately appealing. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 14, 2020