[Music: Harris, Lyrics: Greenway]
Don't look upon the spoils with accusing gaze
Don't insinuate that this stranglehold
should really break
Don't jab conspiratorial fingers in that direction
Don't hold up to the light their dregs of purified
poison
Gently you'll be dissuaded, brought around
Don't work out that the suffering mind knows when to die
Don't drink
from jewelled chalices and wonder why
Don't steal back from exploiters that stripped you bare
Don't arrive back to thinking that
he's got your share
Somehow you've been dissuaded and shut out
Objections raised all softened to a murmur
Wanton
blasphemers shrink down in this vacuum
Loudest base pleasures stifled to a whimper
Colour and shade is so bland in this
vacuum
Repentant - you've been muzzled in their open arms