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letra de ode to freedom - mantits

freedom is the sweetest sound, like snorting drugs and breaking glass
freedom is the greatest word, like sh-t and puke and anarchy
and freedom is the greatest thing, like shows and beer and seven-inches
freedom is the truest [?]

and when i look out on the fields and mountains
i hope one day they can all be anarchist squats
where all the kids are orphans and everyone wears patched-up clothes, has a less-than-ten-word-slogan
oversimplifying problems with a catchy conversation along the ground slang

freedom is the freshest treat, like beer [?] and the [?]
freedom is the soundest song, like distributing antlers and putting on shows
freedom is a glowing sight, like mohawks adorned in just the right shape
freedom is the truest love, like f-cking on the toilet at the punk rock show

and when i look out on the hills and pastures
i hope one day they can all be sp-ces for bands to play
where all the kids just self-destruct and ruthlessly defend their right to misery
running from fears and scars and themselves by simulating yet another formulaic authoritarian fashion show
where everything they think and say can be predicted in advance
with pretty labels and trendy clothing except it causes competitive politics, [?] choices in social pressures
in all the night just like all the break-ins in junior high did before the enlightened ones [?] an arrow in their way

it’s all another social game
it’s all another set of rules
it’s all another bullsh-t answer with mental problems and social hierarchy
just because you wear the patch doesn’t mean you are the message
i bet [?] would fall in love with thomas payne and john stuart mill

it’s all the same
why should this be any different?
if you want to leave it all behind
if you really want to leave it all behind

it’s not a fashion
it’s not in a music scene
it’s not in a political cause
it’s not in a religious doctrine
it’s not in a charismatic social circle or in a pill of ecstasy
it’s not in an economic class
it’s not in a fistfight, or in the finger you give to the cops
it’s not in a room of forty bottles or the p-ss that’s on the floor

it’s not in your cynicism
it’s not in your social fury
it’s not in your masculine posing
it’s not in how many hardships you’ve endured

it’s not what you can get away with
or what you can’t avoid
it’s what you can get and whether you can change
what you can give and whether you can see
whether you can hear it
when others criticize you
and if you can keep on wanting to learn

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