The Dream of Freedom
In between dreams when we see the sky
In between love when all had died
We live like thieves begging for a life
Walking around like men afraid of the kitchen knife
Did we always want to be so wrong?
Always thinking the blind feminist leader was coming along
Spilling poison and killing us with words
All she ever said was, "I hope it really hurts"
The dominatrix found it easy to buy our soul
Only to find it was as black as coal
She took up a whip and tied down our head
And left us lying helpless on the bed
We never struck back because we threw the first stone
By subduing their feelings, keeping them in the prison of home
The rebels were asked, "Would you like to vomit again?
Cause I think it will help take away the pain"
Our pain is better than a million screams
People still haunted by our dreams
Freedom never had a price
And they never thought twice