This lonely existence paves the way
For the hard of hearts must beat, be brave
While this quiet lightning storm
Wrecks the harvest gold we try to sow

So it begins, the way the light still dances beneath the skin
There's the messenger from [bad word] since we're bound to win
As the days [bad word] but the years they go
So take care of your freedom, they'll never know

I sit on the wing for a blackbird song
To tell me where and when this all went wrong
There's no resolution without remorse
With ignorance, the least he found let state a course

Puncture the skin and see his [bad word] cold on desert [bad word] hear the meant for mothers with childless hands
As the days [bad word] but the years they go
So take care of your freedom, they'll never know
Take good care of your freedom, they'll never know

Take what you give until there's nothing left but forever live
And night this is on shadows when after kill
As the days [bad word] but the years they go
So take care of your freedom, they'll never know
Yeah, take good care of your freedom, they'll never know

As the days [bad word] but the years they go
So take care of you freedom, they'll never know