Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Liberty , by - Cosmo Jarvis. Release date: 31.12.2016
Song language: English
Liberty |
| I’m so connected I know the wallpaper you’re hanging |
| Your news is my news who knew there’d ever be so much? |
| I know the blood dried long before the gun stopped banging |
| Identities were things we had not some just an endless crush |
| If we keep carving up minorities it’s plain enough |
| What’s left will be individuals |
| The individual should just have been entrusted with majority |
| Cos hates residual |
| I was good enough, I haven’t changed as fast |
| As stuff I see surrounds |
| I’m a sneeze inside a gust and the faces have their rhythm |
| But we give them such precision nouns for them to be seen by us |
| These are the days that all my morals just a brand |
| And justice makes another hundred grand |
| These are the days that unity’s belt’s been getting slack |
| These are the days |
| Liberty gets sold for scrap |
| Liberty gets sold for scrap |
| Liberty gets sold for scrap |
| Gold information, silvered as it saw abundance |
| And I want your blood to stay and pump around your veins |
| Our blessed nations see we don’t share our circumference |
| Races ain’t won 'cause finish lines a closed off place |
| And the playhead shows me faces |
| Many traces still remain to be so invisible |
| And the perfect civilizations just a bust |
| Abomination anarchy with needless syllables |
| It shouldn’t take criess of skinny and the slaughtered |
| And all their sordid glares to notice my excess |
| But a ship without a name will never stray |
| From those who moored it there |
| In the storm of your context |
| These are the days that all my morals just a brand |
| And justice makes another hundred grand |
| These are the days that unity’s belt’s been getting slack |
| These are the days |
| Liberty gets sold for scrap |
| Liberty gets sold for scrap |
| Liberty gets sold for scrap |
| We can say this and say that but I can’t say nothing |
| They say that most folks love their brand despite the smell of shit |
| Sealing my lips is worse than even saying something |
| Our roots they grew me but I kept the same view I always did |
| And the jury get their dander |
| When their current can’t meander bitter walls of a pleading dam |
| Our history left us nowhen and the somewhere that we’re goin' |
| Can’t be seen at all, too far to ever plan |
| To break our borders is to spit upon the orders |
| Of the ones we know that we’ve been led to be |
| Without a name without a master |
| Flakes of dandruff in a sea of snow |
| Harmonic entropy, yeah |
| These are the days that all my morals just a brand |
| And justice makes another hundred grand |
| These are the days that unity’s belt’s been getting slack |
| These are the days |
| Liberty gets sold for scrap |
| Liberty gets sold for scrap |
| Liberty gets sold for scrap |