Try to erase The smell of freedom And every face That happened to meet mine What still remains Something unrelenting I'll say the names Of those I left
coming, will he be too late? To reconcile our tears with our hate And the memory of freedom that imprisons our heart As we're greeted by the cold hand of fate
your imagination The future's here, right now, if you're willing to pay the cost The power-crazy leaders who control your very fate They would twist
All this world seems bent upon Contemplating Babylon Fate is sealed inside a bomb Where has all the freedom gone There's a place for everyone Live and
Over every county line Overlook my blasphemy For the sake of buying time Grant him days of laughter Bestow me clemency He sleeps soft in the backseat His freedom
they seem to hold us My shoulders are strong, I prove them wrong I ain't doin? nothin? but movin? on, let the truth be known But they talk that freedom
The voices die in the distance The crying is faint The same fate overtakes them The sound rings in the midst Better days will lie in wait So I'll endure
If they all end up with barren wages in cages Your left, your left, your left Now, get on down Now, stop and meet your fate Wasteland gonna rock this
FUTURE IN HIM OTHER FOLKS BET THAT ID NEVER GET ON MY FEET AGAIN RUNNING AND JUMPING FREE AS A BIRD JUST LIKE A CHILD LEFT TO PLAY FREEDOM WAS
In my search for freedom and peace of mind I've left the memories behind Wanna start a new life but it seems to be rather absurd When I know the truth
his home and went his lone And solitary way And he gave to me A gift I know I never can repay A quiet man of music Denied a simpler fate He tried to
take away the pride You cannot take away our minds We have the freedom to fight The freedom to push The free will to decide We hold our fate in our
floor They are lying in debris They are fading with exhaustion From the mortal injuries They are hungry and need feeding They've resigned themselves to fate
gift turned curse: Free will given to man by God, For He longs to be loved by those who choose. For with free will comes real love, real hate, And the freedom
other ideas A sign on the wall made it perfectly clear: no guns, no bombs, no knives in here Potsdam rocks but we should have been told of freedoms
Work through joy through work The goddess of religion, dogma and guilt Poor me start joyful destiny, respite guilt free passion Grant fear of freedom
wine from a shattered glass Meaningless words, yellowed by time Faded photos exposing pain Celluloid leeches bleeding my mind Christ, you've finished playing hangman You've cast the fateful
stakes, take my hand Grip this man and fill the land Rectify our states, stand together None are better, so send the letters Vilify the walls, freedom