Freedom is a beautiful thing. Take it from Abraham Lincoln, Sir William Wallace, Rage Against the Machine and now Southern California’s finest resurrected rock titans Lo-Pro. After a promising 2003 self-titled debut that yielded not only a bona fide radio smash in the crunching “Sunday”, but riveting acoustic gigs with Staind mainman Aaron Lewis, the quintet sunk into that all-too-familiar quagmire of label and cashflow malaise.
I'm out here on a limb for you again
Around and around we go, getting nowhere
Why can't I explain the way I feel again
Why can't I just stand instead I crawl [unverified] again
Why does it always feel like Sunday, like Sunday
Always waiting for the truth to come out
I'm caged in your eyes
And it's making me lie
So I'm not everything you wanted me to be
Sorry, I ever disappointed
All my life leads to the same old thing
And all my dreams leave me with broken wings
Yeah, at least I'm nothing at least I'm nothing like you
Waited so long and I hope it's not too late
To dig ourselves out of the same mistakes
I run away but never have to go far
'Cause I know a place where I'll be
(Living in my head)
Far away from everything
You'll never reach me, never see me