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lyrics
Can we just admit we eat the fruit the snake gives to us for our frivolous peace of mind?
Though sly the snake may be it has no need to pull the wool over the sheep's eyes.
Though it demonstrates everyday, (presents in a number of ways)
it'll tighten it's grip till our breath does skip and slip away.
The insidious serpent's call is best to fall upon deaf ears,
What blame lies on a snake when sheep throw themselves on farmer's shears?
Do you know how fucking hard it is to watch the beaten just sit through it all?
(My food and home and welfare could be forfeit with my attempt to stand up tall.)
Even if your right to walk the street is the next one to take the fall?
(Then their stranglehold which chokes my life gets tight and breaks my spirit to its core.)
We'll sit, (we'll wait) we'll watch, (we'll stare)
just as blankly as before,
to the woes of those around us till our very own number's called.
For resurgence I was confident but now I'm not so sure.
The serpent's fruit seems bitter now we're engorged and we're
Unresponsive, drooling over our addiction,
for which acceptance is the first stage.
Ask yourself the true extent of your conviction.
Apathy will take us to our grave.
And we already know
How this is gonna go.
We march like lemmings to the cliff-side,
bloody clutches on our comforts till we die.
For every single day we go on
Living our stupid way, we continue
digging grave after grave, not just for
ourselves but for those who bleed for our comforts and know what it really means to pay.
Does the evidence in front of you not make you sick and chill you to your bones?
(Of course it does but the chains that bind force me to care for myself and me alone)
The serpent squeezes out your breath but your heart and mind will always be your own.
(Their stranglehold which chokes my life and i despise is all I really know.)
We'll sit, (we'll wait) we'll watch, (we'll stare)
We are disgraced and appalled.
Would we act the same if our own name was picked and scored?
Too many of this world believe it's all a free-for-all.
The serpent's fruit seems rotten now we're choking and we're
Pacified, we're overfeeding our addiction
despite we know we'll all have to pay.
We feel a surge but only after provocation
and apathy goes on to have it's way.
Standing on the edge of a knife I haven't much left to say,
'I told you so' tastes bitter and i'm just as much to blame.
For every drop of venom that gets pumped into our veins I cried;
"What will it take!?"
They stripped us of our right to medicine.
What will it take?
Took from us the welfare that we need.
What will it take?
Dug up the earth for pots of gold;
what will it take?
supported by 18 fans who also own “The 5th Horseman”
fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309
The Wisconsin DIY punk/indie rock scene raises money for Planned Parenthood and local soup kitchens with this political compilation. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2017
supported by 15 fans who also own “The 5th Horseman”
Comme d'habitude, j'ai bien du mal à choisir une "favorite track" avec ce groupe de Trashgrass qui excelle dans son domaine.
Mais là, j'ai réussi à me décider finalement. XD EklektikTrip