Freedom Slave - No Bird Sing

Set the trap ‘ Build the planet as a cell block

Sell bottled water 'til the well rots

Hell’s got nothing on a slaughterhouse ‘ 5 on a coping skill

Folded to a flower, if the dream comes I’ll know it’s real

But if it doesn’t then fuck it I’ll bloom beautiful

Instead of walking around like the rest of these prisoners, shell shocked

Killing their bodies, instead of the killing their egos

Evolved to treat every body equal

But equal ain’t the same as the same so only the names change

Cemetery choked with the dead things we’re trying to save

Forbidden fruit turned an ape to an intellectual

Fermenting grape helped him escape the weight of his awareness

But sooner or later the hangover comes calling

And the angel he went to bed with wakes up on the wrong shoulder

She can only laugh in the face of the karmic blood thirst

As her epitaph soaks into the gradients of dawn

Put me in the ground however deep you can carry me down

Bury me a freedom slave

Bury me a free, dumb slave