It was cold, it was very cold
Breathed in the prison air
It stank like piss and mold
"That's another day closer to victory",
You think to yourself feeling hungry
You roll over on the floor
A ghost of who you were before
But it doesn't matter
You say that nothing matters
Except remaining unbroken
There's no weapon they've got that can
Destroy a person like that…
You woke up this morning
As the screws came
You stared at the wall thinking you were dead
You heard a bird singing
But couldn't see the dawn of day
You rolled over in bed and you said:
My cries unheard,
my tears unseen
When our day comes I probably won't be there
My cries unheard,
my tears unseen
When our day comes I won't be there…
After the bars
After the gates
After the degradation
and lonely isolation
After the lock outs
After the lock down
After the hole what's left?
After you know god can't be trusted
And the shrink's a pusher
The word is a whip
The badge is a bullet
After you hear the silence talking
And you see the dead are walking
Everything's illusion
What's left?
Where is the sun, her arms and her kisses?
There's lip prints on your pillow
You're searching still
The foot on your neck is part of a body
The song that you sing part of an echo..
My cries unheard
My tears unseen
When our day comes I probably won't be there
Love is my sword
Truth is my compass
Can I make freedom real?
Breathed in the prison air
It stank like piss and mold
"That's another day closer to victory",
You think to yourself feeling hungry
You roll over on the floor
A ghost of who you were before
But it doesn't matter
You say that nothing matters
Except remaining unbroken
There's no weapon they've got that can
Destroy a person like that…
You woke up this morning
As the screws came
You stared at the wall thinking you were dead
You heard a bird singing
But couldn't see the dawn of day
You rolled over in bed and you said:
My cries unheard,
my tears unseen
When our day comes I probably won't be there
My cries unheard,
my tears unseen
When our day comes I won't be there…
After the bars
After the gates
After the degradation
and lonely isolation
After the lock outs
After the lock down
After the hole what's left?
After you know god can't be trusted
And the shrink's a pusher
The word is a whip
The badge is a bullet
After you hear the silence talking
And you see the dead are walking
Everything's illusion
What's left?
Where is the sun, her arms and her kisses?
There's lip prints on your pillow
You're searching still
The foot on your neck is part of a body
The song that you sing part of an echo..
My cries unheard
My tears unseen
When our day comes I probably won't be there
Love is my sword
Truth is my compass
Can I make freedom real?
Contributed by giorgio - 2009/9/18 - 12:04
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Album: A Mingling of Freak Phenomena
Songwriters: Mark Gunnery (lyrics) and Brenna Sahatjian (music)
This song is dedicated to all freedom fighters who are locked up. Our hearts are with you all.