Killradio - Freedom? | Текст песни

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• Freedom?

We're doing all we can with hands behind our backs, still freedom is all that I demand

Well, paint me in the corner and watch me grow claws

Where survival's at stake, watch morals come undone

Well jump, jump through your hoops, jump in the fire again,

Well I've been through so much, still feel I'm nowhere

Escalation, hostility is foaming over as we reach the boiling point,

Peak breached, when a coup is unleashed

Your minimums, your maximums

No fickle, dickle, dickle, daddily dums

No trash talk, shake hands and walk away

We're doing all we can with hands behind our backs,

still freedom is all that I demand (x2)

A crook I am not, excuse me relax

Just give me breathing room, so I can leave my stamp

Well, who's driving this bus, well I want off now, cause you are the crook running this scam

We're doing all we can with hands behind our backs,

Still freedom is all that I demand (x2)

It's one common thought

It's one common need

It's one in a million but it's one common greed

You've opened your eyes, don't know what you've seen

It's one in a million, but they're fighting over greed.


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