I'm in a crowded cell The super calls my name He shoves me in a room He calls two soldiers in
They clamp my head with irons Their hands becoming fists You will see us again You will remember this
They tie me up with ropes They beat my legs with sticks I cannot use my legs They drag me to a desk Behind it sits a man Fingernails are on the floor He laughs and asks: "What kind Of freedom do you want?"
They push me down the stairs I’m lying on the ground Behind the set of doors I hear two women howl
I see three men on rags Their hands tied to their feet Their faces pinched with clamps Guards pulling out their teeth
They drag me to the gates They dump me on the ground The super laughs and says: "Walk to your freedom now"
This image on repeat A mouth that cannot speak A huge force pressing in A giant looming fist You will see us again You will remember thisTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
