the baby's not screaming enough the singer's not singing enough ramana's not breathing, to us behold the unsheathing, it's love . the blade is not ready to cut it's dull from our thinking, it's rough Free love is a world i can't linger too long in "free love" was just another party for the hippies to ruin . behold the unsheathing, it's love behold the unsheathing, it's love . Free love is a knife through the jugular vein son Free love, i can't afford to add up what you fuckers are made of