Tin Cans Liberty - Ivanhoe

I went crazy till

I realize the useless thrill

Your soul is packed with Gom Jabbar

Yes you’ve come too far

Ain’t got no perfect heart

And who’s got one anyway

This is your time your liberty

You should be free

You’re waiting for tomorrow

And for a better time, no sorrow

Out of your suffering, fall into your old example

Hold on to what makes you strong this time

Save me, is your eternal cry

Your only goal’s to lose the game

The easy way to play insane

A wicked angry man with your bitter tin can

Right — to find the ground, you have to go down

Just leave your pain, this low degree, for liberty

You’re waiting for tomorrow

And for a better time, no sorrow

Out of your suffering, fall into your old example

Hold on to what makes you strong this time