Ghetto voice that rises against the current of woes to indent
A sea of malnutrition to feed those demons that kneel at your feet
And it may be a sight that you need to see before you think to believe
Good, now you're listening so won't you please untie me from this altar?

Forgone the dragon in stone made of the color of coal
A dream foretold by the Ram before the curse took effect
You know as much as I do about the ramifications of the things we do
And it may be a night to remember like the fifth of November
Good, now I've caught your attention so won't you please untie me from this altar?

Halt and fire at the enemy
Halt and fire at the enemy
The son of Socrates

Dead as the dirt that sifts through your nimble fingers
And I must confess I held a bit of adoration for you
The way the lies can roll of your tongue, out of your mouth
And now that I listen less I can breathe a tad bit more

Sarah, are you goddess of the mountains and tress?
Can you command an army? No, so stay silent please
These things can swing like the pendulum soon to be off balance
And now that you listen you might become less of a sheep

Halt and fire at the enemy
Halt and fire at the enemy
The son of Socrates

Sing like Kansas, dust in the wind
Shattered on pliable glass is how we win
And you'll be good and pliant against the sheets
And maybe one day you can see what I mean

Halt and fire at the enemy
Halt and fire at the enemy
The son of Socrates