Strangers in the soil
So hide your enmity
Are we living up to ghosts or
Does virtue disagree?
Use your gifts for good
Rescue them from greed
Find a proper voice
As a thistle in the wreath
Move them to truth
Far from ruin
Barricade the myth I made
The wolves at bay
I know that history fades
And sympathy dithers away
The city's son
Living under my thumb
You couldn't compromise
So keep playing with fire
Move them to truth
Far from ruin
Barricade the myth I made
The wolves at bay
I know that history fades
And sympathy dithers away