We Could Plan A Murder

Death Makes Angels Of Us All.

Indians Scattered On Dawn's Highway Bleeding/ghosts Crowd The Young Child's Fragile Eggshell Mind.

The Future Is Uncertain But The End Is Always Near.

Morning Found Us Unaware, Noon Burn Gold Into Our Hair, At Night We Swim The Laughin Sea, Where Will We Be?

How Can I Set Free Anyone Who Doesn't Have The Guts To Stand Up Alone And Declare His Own Freedom? I Think It's A Lie - People Claim They Want To Be Free - Everybody Insists That Freedom Is What They Want The Most, The Most Sacred And Precious Thing A Man Can Possess. But That's Bullshit! People Are Terrified To Be Set Free - They Hold On To Their Chains. They Fight Anyone Who Tries To Break Those Chains. It's Their Securityhow Can They Expect Me Or Anyone Else To Set Them Free If They Don't Really Want To Be Free?