But freedom is but a taste of chaos you'll meet.
Are you ready for the pain and loss of retreat?
You'll see-- that swimming at your feet.
Is all the hate and pain that won't let us be.
But you see-
If we want to be free,
Its just a matter of letting me be me

and you be you, and every one goes to hell.
Ring a bell
For the souls who fell,
for giving in to things to terrible to tell.

If lifes all about living the love.
The let bad be bad.
Who cares if it makes us glad?
For if you ever had,
That moment of joy,
That pleasure toy-

You'd know it'd never matter, so shatter, the illusions of moral delusion that blind you to the love that you could never refuse.
Forget that you hate everything that you hate, cause fate is turning, like a breaker churning, leaving you yearning for thing that made love go mad, cause its all about living the badh.