Freedom's all lies different walk away You gotta hold your tongue you gotta hit it with the right of way Maybe I blocked you from your intellectual scene In a way insane in a way it's gotta be. Red Sister might be choking but I ain't about that kind Answer me with the rhythm of a body that was born to lose two times. He says that I'm a true fortune lie Big broken love, big broken knives
They might try to hide they have to answer mordant sins You might be right like a hole in the wind Poison daggers for the road mix broke down cross Takes your head off the line The flavor might be missing he has to cross that anyway You can bet you can riddle witht the brothers to the power of another day.
He says the Night Patrol 49 Big broken love, big broken knives
Diddn't you say you'd watch it? Three more stripped in time. Didn't you say you've got it?