No one's straight
Neatly broken
No one knows what to relate to
No one left
But that yo-yo
You hold so tight
Red, your fist
From the grip
So you trip
A little bit
Yeah you die a little bit
It is the truth that you can't stand swallowing
All of the rules that you can't stand following
Cough it up
Just to choke it down
Day after night
After day
Seems like
You should not hold out
Please believe
That there's no doubt
You will eventually
Slip
A little bit
You will feel pain
A little bit
It is the truth that you can't stand swallowing
You better move before it all starts crumbling
Down
If they see you drown they wash their hands of you
(And nobody gives a damn)
Guilt rings through their skin to flush their egos out
Sick
Sick
Sick
You are so boring no one likes you
Now it's too late to change your insides
No matter how hard that you try
To pick up the tiny pieces from the ground
There's no better place to hide
You are so boring no one likes you
So pick up your tiny pieces from the ground
Now it's too late to change your insides
Your insides
Your insides
Makes me want to get into car and just drive through desert ;)
I am so happy my friend told me about this band. This was the first album I've bought and it will always have a special place in my heart. Michal "Saladyn" M.
Raw, fuzzy and aggressive! This EP blows me away every time I hear it and it only gets better with repeated listens! Kinda makes me think of Aussie band Contrive, only with a more offbeat bent to it. Fantastic stuff! Morts
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