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Price Of Freedom

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Circa: 1999. A 24 year old me. With a protest song. lol. This one had music, before Joey G. took the lick for a "clusterfuck" song. Appreciate you. - Damian DeadLove.

This is chapter 6 in the Series: DeadLove Lyrics

all these dreams seem faded

drowning in the silent sea

the stars are all silver jaded

loneliness will never set you free

passion burns beneath my heart

i’m bringing down the fucking walls

withered thoughts are torn apart

inside my mind the voice calls

 

loaded weapon this silenced gun

life is fading like a setting sun

load your weapon silence your tongue

life is fading like a setting sun

 

rules are meant to be broken

that’s the price of freedom

there’s no fire yet it’s smokin’

that’s the price of freedom

freedom….

freedom….

 

all these distant eyes stare

blaming me for their own sins

i’m sitting in the electric chair

they applaud with evil grins

i’m just another test subject

a sacrificial lamb to be slain

another part of deaths project

stripped of life because they’re insane

 

loaded weapon this silenced gun

life is fading like a setting sun

load your weapon silence your tongue

life is fading like a setting sun

 

rules are meant to be broken

that’s the price of freedom

there’s no fire yet it’s smokin’

that’s the price of freedom

freedom….

freedom….

 

that’s the price

that’s the price

freedom….

 

that’s the price

that’s the price

freedom….

 

 

 

Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 1999

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    1. Reminds me of a poem I wrote around the whole invasion of iraq. The poem is lost to me, but I remember some of the lines were.

      “you can go ahead and die for your country
      I value my life over everything
      and if I’m gonna die
      it’s not gonna be me wasted away
      for a bunch of fucking creeps”

      This poem has fire and I love that.

      • Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Nick. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Nice. What you remember of it. I had a lot more fire during this era of my life, I still have fire but I use it differently. At least that’s how it feels anyhow. Appreciate you.

        Damian

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