Untitled in Okay

This the freedom,
This is the sound, 
You hear when you stop walking on glass
Once you're okay being a memory
Guns ablaze in the back of your heart 
Dead souls rest in the back of your head 
You were the best of 'em
You really were the worst of 'em
And I know the words drip out like a thief in the night
Cuz I'm blacklisted but uncensored,
And you'll say it, you'll say it
I did nothing wrong