Freeminer Birds

They bring the mallets down
The sacrament begins
The strongest hit the bell
They’re ushered through the halls of subtle factories
The palace lights the way home
Speak up
Scream it
It’s your communion
Speak up…
They bring the mallets down
The sacrament begins
The strongest hit the bell
Baptized in champagne in the backs of limousines
The driver hits the gas and we’re gone
Speak up
Scream it
It’s your communion
Speak up…
Cast aside to clean it up, man
Freedom is a song you sing for them
Begging for scraps
Hold the notes in
Sweetheart, we are gone