fascist architecture of my own design too long been keeping my love confined you tore me out of myself alive those fingers drawing out blood like sweat while the magnificent facades crumble and burn the billion facets of brilliant love the billion facets of freedom turning in the light bloody nose and burning eyes raised in laughter to the skies i ve been in trouble but i m okay been through the wringer but i m okay walls are falling and i m okay under the mercy and i m okay gonna tell my old lady gonna tell my little girl there isn t anything in the world that can lock up my love again gonna tell my old lady gonna tell my little girl there isn t anything in the world that can lock up my love again