Unsheathed            
             
the baby's not screaming enough 
the singer's not singing enough 
ramana's not breathing, to us 
behold the unsheathing, it's love 

the blade is not ready to cut 
it's dull from our thinking, it's rough 
Free love is a world i can't linger too long in 
free love was just another party 
for the hippies to ruin 

behold the unsheathing, it's love 
behold the unsheathing, it's love 

Free love is a knife through the jugular vein son 
Free love, i can't afford to add up what you fuckers are made of

             
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