Gears and rods and run by fuel
It is machine that acts so unknowingly cruel
Machine means the end of hope
The end of all inspiration
You are this end
You are this machine
It frightens me to think what could be done
If all machines ran together
In a straight well defined line
This can't happen machine
You choose not to use your hearing - I not mine
And now we run together
Both blind
But I'm full of fuel that will forever run
My own set of gears and rods
My own soft engine
Turn me on - watch me run
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
supported by 12 fans who also own “Painfully Obvious”
Incredible discography. The paper bag 7" on Gravity was a game changer for modern hardcore punk. The lyrics to "Blind" opened my eyes and I never looked back. Ryan Walker