Are you ready to be liberated. On this sad side city street. Well the birds have been freed from their cages. I got freedom and my youth. . My name is Brody I'm from Melbourne.
Holy eyes, I never knew I'd beg down at your feet. Hold on tight, I never knew I'd know much more than this. Open sky, the wave of pain, the scent of you is bliss.
Oh how my heart it sings suicide,. Oh how my gallow sinks of black dye.. Oh how my death march brings a tear to your eye,. Oh how the noose it swings when you die..