Life is half spent before we know what it is
-George Herbert-



The baroness wades, the water is too cold
While clarinets play their softer cued notes
Shrewed hopes, surpassed by worse pain
Disguising the hurt, masking up her face
Dead in a worse place, a jungle of emotion
Love, lust, greed; all a trouble with devotion
Her life will grow, give it time to command
Let this angel free, her wings die to expand
She reaches for the heavens, Earth has fell
Even with false facts, she can learn it well
Burn in hell, you fascist creeps, leave her be
This sucidal embodiment of our Lady Peace
Torch in one hand, the other holds the Word
We condemn man and yet we mold the Earth
So ask me a question, we live this propriety
Freedom isn't symbolized by statues
...freedom kills this society