Every day it's a different story the [unverified] happens and it never fails
Mother [unverified] comes up in my face
And says I'm livin' my final glory and you've got nowhere to run
No one to answer to but my gun
Take your hate shelf my pride, I'd fly low to get you high
I'd embrace I'd lie, anything just to free your mind
Control never comes so easy when you're suckin' your final breath
Your mind is tellin' you there's seconds left
Well, I've held my hand to nothin' and I've pushed my fears away
But now I fear I've seen the darkest day
Take your hate shelf my pride, I'd fly low to get you high
I'd embrace I'd lie, anything to free your mind
Artist: Acron
Artist: Jeanne Moreau
Artist: The Byrds