I know that I can be an exoskeleton
And I k now that you're mean to me
But I'll still be your friend
And in this hard exterior
There's nothing left but sin
But thats alright 'cause I am an exoskeleton
And its OK, yes its Ok
Cause in a hundred years
no one will care, no one will are
And sometimes I don't mind
When good people cry
And sometimes I don't fret
When my mother cries
I haven't seen an honest tear drop
From honest eyes
Is callousness and arrogance
Any better than your lies
And its OK, yes its Ok
Cause in a hundred years
no one will care, no one will are
And we go over under round and round
'Till your feet don't touch the ground
What difference does it make
If we go now or if we wait, oh no.
Inside my box of damaged goods
Lies a heart shape whole
And entrails made of wood
Is it wrong for me to feel so indifferent
Or do we all feel the same under superficial skin
And its OK, yes its Ok
Cause in a hundred years
no one will care, no one will are
And we go over under round and round
'Till your feet don't touch the ground
What difference does it make
If we go now or if we wait, oh no.
I know that I can be an exoskeleton
And I k now that you're mean to me
But I'll still be your friend
Terry Venemous is releasing new music every 3 weeks this year. His latest EP is sumptuous art pop with a wry sense of detachment.
Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 27, 2024
Quixotic art-pop worldbuilding influenced by everything from French cinema and microbiology to Taoist poetry and current events. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 7, 2024