Blood-Stained Liberty Letra

dazzling explosions from sea to blemished sea...

It's cruel, but it's usual; it's ordinary.

There's no use in hiding behind justification

with microscopic inscriptions of gluttony.

We'll chisel two buildings out of their horizon;

an eye for an eye, then we can call it even.



Erase the inconsistency.

Beat the soil until it bleeds.

Extol the fumes of gasoline.

Imprison, liberate, and then proceed.



Demonstrate the right to bear your nooses.

Does this solve our fear of blatantly losing

control

of our sense of security?