firebreather

Thrice

Tell me, are you free
Tell me, are you free
In word or thought or deed
Tell me, are you free

While the gallows stand, and bullets lance the bravest lungs?
We fold our hands and hold our tongues.

Tell me, are you free, when the fear falls on you?
Tell me, are you free, when the fear falls on you?
Tell me, are you free
Tell me, are you free
In word or thought or deed
Tell me, are you free

While the gallows stand, and bullets lance the bravest lungs?
Will I fold my hands or hold my tongue?
Or let the flames lick at my feet,
and breathe in fire and know Iââ?¬â?¢m free.

The flames will rise and devour me.
Oh, to breathe in fire, and know Iââ?¬â?¢m free.