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 with the brothers to the power of another day.
He says the Night Patrol 49
Big broken love, big broken knives
Didn't you say you'd watch it?
Three more stripped in time.
Didn't you say you've got it?