text: Bring back that child she said
  Spare me the price of freedom
  Cold is my babys head
  Blown by the wind of reason
  Even the rage behind
  Cries out to see
  Were still standing
  Under the closing edge
  Pay for the crime of feeling
  When all your pride is dead
  You must be scared instead
  A quiet word is my Proposition
  A promise made of a fierce day
  A body bleeds for this coalition
  Without surrender if you stay
  Show me my youth she cried
  Wasted for desolation
  Hold up the sacrifice
  Pull down your institution
  Resting while anger flies
  Questions the same
  Whos deciding after the clouds have lain
  Shame on your generation
  When all your guilt lies is dead
  You must be scared instead
  A quiet word is my Proposition
  A promise made of a fierce day
  A body bleeds for this coalition
  Without surrender if you stay
  When all your pain lies dead
  You must be scared instead
  A quiet word is my Proposition
  A promise made of a fierce day
  A body bleeds for this coalition
  Without surrender if you stay
  A quiet word is my Proposition
  A promise made of a fierce day
  A body bleeds for this coalition
  Without surrender if you stay
  Proposition