The weather is cold outside
My heart is frozen on the inside
My life is down with no upside
Slowly withering away as my emotions die
I begin to contemplate suicide

Liberate
Become free
With a key,
From the chains
Unleash the brains
That are enslaved
Stuck in the parade
Liberate
Gain freedom
Through separation
From the material
And the spiritual

I don’t get high on life but I get stoned everyday
Like a fornicator getting punished the muslim way,
There are roadblocks on the way to the straight path,