Unsheathed
Live
Secret Samadhi (1997)

the baby's not screaming enough
the singer's not singing enough
ramana's not breathing, to us
behold the unsheathing, it's love</p<

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