Freedom Facade
Contour, Swarvy
Who's horizon is it that we watch from humble homes?
Who decides the visitation rights we adhere when we go on?
My leather belt is torn
A notch for every year I dodge the draft of war
Notes from above, we see our love from other shores
What airfare do we afford
And is this story told by any other name
When violence is the only ecstasy we claim?
My blood and sweat as trophy, not as pain
Replace the savior, shade, that narrative is drained
Wе shear the sheep and sell thе wool to buy our fame
And laugh at innocence, that myth again
Instead of home, we roll, our teeth are velvet stained
This camaraderie? We strive just to pretend
We don't wanna see it end