Someone said the truth
         sets you free
So I try to be
     the shoplifted spirits

Irony poured me out
          a little for my home
needed flattening
     having wrinkled in time

Here's a reason
          here's a rhyme
There's a fate
At my gate
He didn't knock
But dropped a line
There's a gun
In my fun
It doesn't stun
But blows his mind

Here a fate
There a fate
Everywhere a fate
fate

Oh my darling
What a charm

Free I, free I, oh!