I put a hex on the telephone line that brought your voice to me Disembodied, and cheapening everything it used to mean
When you said, «The truth shall set you free,»
Oh, you lied to me, when you said; «The truth shall set you free.»
The freedom to be alone with the freedom
The freedom to be alone with the freedom
The freedom to be alone with the freedom
The freedom …
Thursday, ten P.M., the city abounds
The city of daughters can be found
Where it ought to be found
Relegated to the back of an underclass;
You always hated the back
An attack in its purest form
An attack thats forever forewarned
Ba da
I put a hex on the telephone wire
And hoped that the spires of communication
Might take a leave of absent expectations
CONFOUNDED when the girl became grounded
And packed her bags, for the beaches, with contacts and breeches
Of contracts
The freedom to be alone with the freedom
The freedom to be alone with the freedom
The freedom to be alone with the freedom
The freedom…
The freedom to be alone with the freedom
The freedom to be alone with the freedom
The freedom to be alone with the freedom
The freedom…