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.