No Freedom Lyrics - Barnabas

Dressed to kill, and drinking all alone 

Waiting for some lizard to take you home 

Another wham-bam rendezvous 

The script is moldy but the lines are tried and true 

But there's no freedom 

No real freedom 

There is no freedom in sin 

Conscience screaming, but its Saturday night 

Dig deep for anything to make the wrong feel right 

Morning comes, your head is split in two 

I know your bleeding; I've crawled that same path too 

The swords are rattling, and the end is in sight 

Its now or never if you want to make things right 

The future's shaky, but the facts are quite clear 

The King is coming, and He's almost here