Freedom Slave

[Verse 1: Joe Horton:]

Set the trap ‘ Build the planet as a cell block
Sell bottled water ’til the well rots
Hell’s got nothing on a slaughterhouse ‘ 5 on a coping skill
Folded to a flower, if the dream comes I’ll know it’s real
But if it doesn't then fuck it I’ll bloom beautiful
Instead of walking around like the rest of these prisoners, shell shocked
Killing their bodies, instead of the killing their egos
Evolved to treat every body equal
But equal ain't the same as the same so only the names change
Cemetery choked with the dead things we’re trying to save
Forbidden fruit turned an ape to an intellectual
Fermenting grape helped him escape the weight of his awareness
But sooner or later the hangover comes calling
And the angel he went to bed with wakes up on the wrong shoulder
She can only laugh in the face of the karmic blood thirst
As her epitaph soaks into the gradients of dawn

Put me in the ground however deep you can carry me down

[Hook: Joe Horton:]

Bury me a freedom slave
Bury me a free, dumb slave