I won't say that this song started it all but it was a milestone. I was able to combine the music I enjoyed playing with lyrics and statements that I believed strongly in making. It was the first song we learnt as a band and the first of three that really defined our sound and style in the beginning.
Inaction is a horse that died
Your brain should be fried
Suffer for your insanity
Suffer for your practicality
Run to your island and run to your cash
Your striped S dictates the lash
I’m sick of the death and sick of the lies
I’m sick of the blindfold over our eyes
Our Eyes
My conscience became a communist
Jimmny cricket smashed in a closed fist
If you’re not careful you might find
The angry willing to speak their mind
The saw will burn and the dust will heal
All of those who can still feel
The ground quake and titans rise
From skeletons before our eyes
Our Eyes
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