Tin Cans Liberty

I went crazy till
I realize the useless thrill
Your soul is packed with Gom Jabbar
Yes you’ve come too far
Ain’t got no perfect heart
And who’s got one anyway
This is your time your liberty
You should be free
You’re waiting for tomorrow
And for a better time, no sorrow
Out of your suffering, fall into your old example
Hold on to what makes you strong this time
Save me, is your eternal cry
Your only goal’s to lose the game
The easy way to play insane
A wicked angry man with your bitter tin can
Right — to find the ground, you have to go down
Just leave your pain, this low degree, for liberty
You’re waiting for tomorrow
And for a better time, no sorrow
Out of your suffering, fall into your old example
Hold on to what makes you strong this time