Blood

Stone is laid, the corners tied All the feelings cut to side I think my work is done I think I've had my fun I don't want freedom And I have none of it Once the blood is drawn It feeds the mother and the heaven sent Blood and milk Come out myself I'll die a pair One who carried on the thread and one who tread it bare I-I-I I don't have freedom And I want none of it I-I-I-I-I I don't have freedom And I want none of it Blood and milk Come out myself I'll die a pair One who carried on the thread and one who faded therе I don't have freedom And I want none of it Once thе blood is drawn It feeds the mother and the heaven sent I-I-I-I, I-I-I I-I-I, I-I-I