I hear the sound of the dumb men And their sighing's causing cramps in my flesh I guess the dreams of the blind ones And their visions are causing tides in my veins And through the marching hearts I steal away What a stupid love I found And through the marching hearts I steal away What a stupid love I found I gasp for liberation I'm deviating from the love they urge I foil my coronation I'm separating what no hand shoud merge I guess for liberation ♪ I guess for liberation ♪ I feel the heat of the dead men And their hunger's causing pest inside me I smell the lust of the strange men And their passion's causing marks on my tongue And through the choking skin I steal away What a stupid love I crammed And through the choking skin I steal away What a stupid love I crammed ♪ I guess for liberation I'm deviating from the love they urge I foil my coronation I'm separating what no hand should merge I guess for liberation ♪ My liberation