I Deny I Deny authorit of a uniform No rights, no freedom, brute force the only law Obeying the dictations of an invisible state Persecution Violence
Get free, be who you're suppost to be Freedom, said it's freedom time now Freedom, said it's freedom time Freedom, freedom time now
: [Louiche/Mike Muir] You're the prisoner locked in your cell You're living in your personal hell Invisible bars block your view They don't exist except
our freedom One day we'll laugh in our joy And we'll dance One day we'll dance on their graves One day we'll sing our freedom One day we'll laugh in our
. Off on your way, hit the open road, There is magic at your fingers For the Spirit ever lingers, Undemanding contact in your happy solitude. Invisible
wasteland of contaminants, the population is slowly depleting in distress. What remains of a helpless civilization is depleted by an invisible threat.
If you like us, calling all riders Roll up beside us, no place to hide us All freedom fighters, let's unite us Switch on you're nitrous and let's go
I wonder why in L.A., to live and die in L.A. I wonder why we waste our lives here When we could run away to paradise But I am held in some invisible
of their kind I deny I deny authority of a uniform No rights, no freedom, brute force the only law Obeying the dictations of an invisible state Persecution
These thoughts of love don't cry out, don't get distracted Don't stop: it's a little pathetic, but I'll leave it with you It's a rough road to freedom
heard me all of my life you made me invisible so are you ashamed of me? just because I'm not in your mold never heard me all of my life you made me invisible
in between Lebanon and Ireland? [chorus x 2] Mamma was a lullaby, Daddy was a melting pot Angel in my father's eyes, only 'cause it helps him rot Freedom
myth. I said Livin' in water is extremely more peaceful than Life confined to a mind, blinded by the evil And forced to see through these two peep holes It seems I've redeemed freedom
These are the ancient woods Those cover the secrets The little spirits, invisible The dance starts at midnight. Burning clouds of thunder His call sounds
