THE presence of my anguish
compels the bloodbath of words
singularly slaying convention
rules for sheep within fences

Bind that tongue if you must
conform if you must for peace
but leave the rest for warriors
We sing the song and keep the fire

Liberty comforts the heart-free
the rest bask in uniformity
blood-eye patriot survive for me
bring home my sense of liberty

Sweet precious families sleep
the peace a burden for the strong
upon our backs deliver we must
the future of a free society

:: 01-24-2014 ::