(Freedom, la la la la) Don't be a casualty, cut the cord So cultivate and plant the seed I'm gonna make it rain, so ring the bell I know it all too well Switchblade on the edge of your wrist 'Cause agony brings no reward For one more hit and one last

I am standing alone On the edge of the blade All together You'll never Under pressure Lost it cages

I have myself a silver blade The edges sharp, the handle bone A little thing of silver made Now it's the only thing I own Once I knew a lordling fine I heard him whistle as he rode And I was bold to call him mine The shoes upon his horse were gold One

A thunderous crash in the dead of the night We ready our weapons, prepare for the fight My band of comrades, so cruelly betrayed Now face the cold edge of justice's blade They knew how to hit us, they knew where to look Our fortress was breached and its