Testo Set Them Free

With their things at their sides
Won't you move out East?
Where death will forever lay
Over the hills I see
Past the lies and hate
A family of care no longer afraid

Whoa oh oh...
Dear Mr. Inquirer
Don't you sit and pass the day
For what is said on this hour of this day
Can save one, or many lives, which are weak

But be careful to what you say
For your time is not served
Oh the hangman's tree awaits
For your final words
And the wife you've been living for
And son, have grown old
At what cost will we all go?

Dear Mr. Inquirer Don't you sit and drink the day away
For what is said on this hour of this day
Can save one, or families which are weak

So won't you
Stand up to all without haste
And resist
Resist for the souls that they take
From West Nethers
Take leave gentle sir
And become conscious of what has been done

Set them free
From this pain let the go
Don't let them die
All alone