Without Freedom Of Speech, I Might Be

I Was Down In The Sewer With Some Little Lover.

I Used To Think It's Better If You Just Live And Die And No One Knows Who You Are.

As He Weeps To Wicked Birds Of Prey, Who Pick Up On His Bread Crumb Sins, And There Are No Sins Inside The Gates Of Eden.

Warlords Of Sorrow And Queens Of Tomorrow Will Offer Their Heads For A Prayer. You Can't Find No Salvation, You Have No Expectations Anytime, Anyplace, Anywhere.

I Just Wanted A Song To Sing, And There Came A Point Where I Couldn't Sing Anything...nobo Dy Else Was Writing What I Wanted To Sing. I Couldn't Find It Anywhere. If I Could I Probably Would Never Have Started Writing.