Art Songtext
von Will Wood and the Tapeworms

Well, if winter comes and takes my life,
Will it be the death I had in mind?
Or will I be captured in the ice?
To preserve the way I die.
Well at 27, will I see?
That I was born to be the man I′ll be?
And if I change myself can I still stay me? Or did I just change my mind?
I am a point in time and space, and I am the truth that I create.
And so where my matter takes its stand.
No it doesn't matter who I am.
No it doesn′t matter who I am.
And I'm gonna be.