In the beginning
They were just words
Only self expression
But now they are in control
They define us
They divide us in sects
And all that we learn
Has to argue against them
And give proof of its worth
To these followers
The first who spoke aloud
Spread opinions to explain the start
But now we have new ideals
We have justice
We can heed the consequence
The all the undecided
That there are no sins - there are only judgements
Make all these lost souls see
That there are no souls - there are only moments
Boston post-punk outfit Junk Ranchers broke up in 1986 before this, their debut album, was released; darkly melodic, it's a long-lost gem. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 22, 2020