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Freedom?
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Rock
Freedom? was released on March 18, 2002 by Roadrunner Records as a part of the album Untitled
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Release DateMarch 18, 2002
LabelRoadrunner Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Five Pointe O
Five Pointe O
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronald Isley
Ronald Isley
Songwriter
O'Kelly Isley Jr.
O'Kelly Isley Jr.
Songwriter
Ernest Isley
Ernest Isley
Composer
O. Isley
O. Isley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Colin Richardson
Colin Richardson
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Where rape is called "freelance gynecology"
Portraits of heathens hang
While heroes die on our TV screen
Not a soul in sight
Just a coroner who can't sleep
Because of what he sees when he dreams at night
The corpses stare at him with open arms
And wide-open eyes
This is not a dream
Just wake up and see what I mean
What a tale
We have failed
Paradise lost in the midst of this freedumb
(You let me down!)
What a tale
We have failed
Paradise lost in the midst of this freedumb
(You let me down!)
Where world religion has had a suicidal theme
You'll find more demons in gods
Than you'll find on these corrupted streets
"Bold statements from a liar"
Your beliefs are broken, so danger, danger
Hide or retreat
In God we will contradict
Now let the truth be released
Of untold tales and mistruths
Bring forth the whole world to see
That your manmade faith
And your contagious "steepled casino" cult
Is just a lie
Keep your security
I don't need you
Keep your stability
I don't need you
You keep your guarantee
I don't need you
Keep your book of faith
Can't see through false freedom's eyes
What a tale
We have failed
Paradise lost in the midst of this freedumb
(You let me down!)
What a tale
We have failed
Paradise lost in the midst of this freedumb
(You let me down!)
They told their tales
Now shotgun shells
Will send their souls
Back to hell
All has failed
Nothing's well
Your secret lies
In this well...
They told their tales (No!)
Now shotgun shells (No!)
Will send their souls (No!)
Back to hell (No!)
All has failed (No!)
Nothing's well (No!)
Your secret lies (Freedom!)
In this well...
Too close to bottom...
(Too close to bottom...)
Impulse suffer, reflex beating from your mind
Chosen
"Freedom," the word that means blind
Hatred, swells up inside from this freedom
Well
Oh, well
You suffer
No one lives to tell
Well
Oh, well
It's over
No one lives to tell
Too close (Freedom!)
This well
Too close...
Written by: Christopher Jasper, Ernest Isley, O. Isley, Ronald Isley
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