Eyeyeye

Fists punchin' in the sky
Everybody join the exercise
Yai, yai, yai, yai, yai, yai, yai
Fists punchin' in the sky
When you run, do you leave the ground?
Speckled vision and absent sound
Bones and buildings, pretty much the same
They both grow up and then die again
Future ending, pretending now
Keep performing till your last bow
Sweat and instinct are what you know
On your mark ready get set
Go for the big guns, blow up your loved ones
Yai, yai, yai, yai
Go for the sick fun, future is oblivion
None, none, none, none
Go for the big guns, take in the dead son
Sun, sun, sun, sun
Go for the sick fun, smile as you start to run
Run, run, run, run
Do you run from your friends and foes?
From the tension and love you owe?
Life is vicious, but that’s okay
The mass appeal of death starts today
Fists punching in the sky…