Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
Matthew Ryan
I have broke the back of trust
I have broke and dissected love
I have cut to the bone of truth
I have cut to the bone of truth
I have climbed the walls of hate
I have pushed the hand of fate
I have cut to the bone of truth
I have cut to the bone of truth
Freedom is lonesome
Freedom is lonesome
I have wrestled the guilt of flesh
I have wrestled the innocent said
I have cut to the bone of truth
I have cut to the bone of truth
I've seen all this for a dream
Freedom is lonesome
Freedom is lonesome
Lonesome
(A little spoken word from Jamie from Montreal)
We have broke the back of trust
We have broke the infected love
I said we cut the bone of truth
I said we cut the bone of truth
Sick of the words lacking grace
Sick of the words laced in hate
I said we cut the bone of truth
Why don't we cut the bone of truth
Freedom is lonesome
Freedom is lonesome
Freedom is lonesome