Liberty - Cosmo Jarvis

I’m so connected I know the wallpaper you’re hanging

Your news is my news who knew there’d ever be so much?

I know the blood dried long before the gun stopped banging

Identities were things we had not some just an endless crush

If we keep carving up minorities it’s plain enough

What’s left will be individuals

The individual should just have been entrusted with majority

Cos hates residual

I was good enough, I haven’t changed as fast

As stuff I see surrounds

I’m a sneeze inside a gust and the faces have their rhythm

But we give them such precision nouns for them to be seen by us

These are the days that all my morals just a brand

And justice makes another hundred grand

These are the days that unity’s belt’s been getting slack

These are the days

Liberty gets sold for scrap

Liberty gets sold for scrap

Liberty gets sold for scrap

Gold information, silvered as it saw abundance

And I want your blood to stay and pump around your veins

Our blessed nations see we don’t share our circumference

Races ain’t won 'cause finish lines a closed off place

And the playhead shows me faces

Many traces still remain to be so invisible

And the perfect civilizations just a bust

Abomination anarchy with needless syllables

It shouldn’t take criess of skinny and the slaughtered

And all their sordid glares to notice my excess

But a ship without a name will never stray

From those who moored it there

In the storm of your context

These are the days that all my morals just a brand

And justice makes another hundred grand

These are the days that unity’s belt’s been getting slack

These are the days

Liberty gets sold for scrap

Liberty gets sold for scrap

Liberty gets sold for scrap

We can say this and say that but I can’t say nothing

They say that most folks love their brand despite the smell of shit

Sealing my lips is worse than even saying something

Our roots they grew me but I kept the same view I always did

And the jury get their dander

When their current can’t meander bitter walls of a pleading dam

Our history left us nowhen and the somewhere that we’re goin'

Can’t be seen at all, too far to ever plan

To break our borders is to spit upon the orders

Of the ones we know that we’ve been led to be

Without a name without a master

Flakes of dandruff in a sea of snow

Harmonic entropy, yeah

These are the days that all my morals just a brand

And justice makes another hundred grand

These are the days that unity’s belt’s been getting slack

These are the days

Liberty gets sold for scrap

Liberty gets sold for scrap

Liberty gets sold for scrap