Freedom Songtext
von Ghost Cuts

Night freeze
As blown headphones haunt
A dying wire bored of the punk
Thumbs through
Tattered sweater sleeve holes
Reciting useless cut-up prose

Freedom
Freedom
Comes when you succumb to fear


And scene
Closed curtain behind
Alone on stage ′neath the spotlight
Don't move
Or catch that critic′s eye
The pen clicks the beat of your demise

Freedom
Freedom
Comes when you succumb to fear

They all say,
"It's time for Semplica Girls"
Strung up they sway
Face your fate
It's a madman brandishing knives
Poking your pace