The Stickman breaks the ice

Brings all cold feelings forward

A shifting sacrifice

A little more to carry homeward



The little crimes slip by

Liquid loyalties re-incise

And reaching for the feed

They unearth a hidden greed



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WHO DECIDES RIGHT AND WRONG?

WHO DECIDES WHAT SHOULD BE SAID?

I THINK I'LL NEVER SEE THE PATH AGAIN



A fearless choice of words

Sitting safe a world away

Traffic is a blur

And every coward has his say



Chameleons test the air

Oceans swell and overflow

But the Stickman's everywhere

Eras come and eras go



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Those who remain true

Will cut a path of their own

Constant in the slew

Weather judgments and missiles thrown



Constant in the slew

Weather judgments and missiles thrown

Constant in the slew:

To forge ahead and set the tone



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