George: What you represent to them is freedom.
Billy: Freedom's what it's all about.
George: Oh yeah, that's right. That's what it's all about, alright. But talking about it and being it, that's two different things. lt's real hard to be free when you are bought and sold in the marketplace...'Course don't ever tell anybody that they're not free, 'cause then they gonna get real busy killing and maiming to prove to you that they are. Oh yeah, they gonna going to talk to you and talk to you about individual freedom, but they see a free individual, it's gonna scare 'em.
Billy: Well, it don't make 'em runnin' scared.
George: No...lt makes 'em dangerous.
Staring at this stiff blank page
(Embrace the ink, the honest cage)
Start from the beginning, never stop
(No need to think, lottery crop)
And I'm wondering if I should trust
(The velvet sky, surely you must)
Will I know what lies behind the drape?
(It tells us why, and what to hate)
There's a lover on his stage
Who mourns the vendors as they age
Smiles on sight of golden rust
Knows that his mouth is filled with dust
On this border he has walked
Several times but now he falls
Oh, to be in the woods again
Twisted path, scarred canopy, rain
Joggers who are talking politics
(They pass you by, circular wits)
They see no sun yet claim that they're the moon
(No they won't cry, salvation soon)
How do I know if I'm even damned?
(Dusty book, followed command)
The blood-red ink swallows up the sun
It's a science
Of a kind
Cause, effect
Changes with time
Approach a flame
And it will warm
Love your fire
And it will burn
Three-legged dog barks at passers-by
Into the pale face of Fear I cry
"There is no need for your hollow steel
Or to tell me for whom to kneel
I strike into the starlit night
And through the canopy see light
I will pursue my own cold star
And watch the trees blaze from afar
(Not far enough)
(Not far enough)
(Not far enough)
(Not far enough)
(Not far enough)
(Not far enough)
(Not far enough)
(Not far enough)
(Embrace the ink, the honest cage)
Start from the beginning, never stop
(No need to think, lottery crop)
And I'm wondering if I should trust
(The velvet sky, surely you must)
Will I know what lies behind the drape?
(It tells us why, and what to hate)
There's a lover on his stage
Who mourns the vendors as they age
Smiles on sight of golden rust
Knows that his mouth is filled with dust
On this border he has walked
Several times but now he falls
Oh, to be in the woods again
Twisted path, scarred canopy, rain
Joggers who are talking politics
(They pass you by, circular wits)
They see no sun yet claim that they're the moon
(No they won't cry, salvation soon)
How do I know if I'm even damned?
(Dusty book, followed command)
The blood-red ink swallows up the sun
It's a science
Of a kind
Cause, effect
Changes with time
Approach a flame
And it will warm
Love your fire
And it will burn
Three-legged dog barks at passers-by
Into the pale face of Fear I cry
"There is no need for your hollow steel
Or to tell me for whom to kneel
I strike into the starlit night
And through the canopy see light
I will pursue my own cold star
And watch the trees blaze from afar
(Not far enough)
(Not far enough)
(Not far enough)
(Not far enough)
(Not far enough)
(Not far enough)
(Not far enough)
(Not far enough)
