We who control information Have the keys to the house of the free, Those who take their hands from the wheel Will be crushed beneath the weight of their own history.
At the heart of the matter where the diamond shines, At the centre of empire, at the bottom of the mine, The hunters and hunted, the girls and the boys, Puppets of chemistry, God's own toys.
Wiseblood In the whispering night, Fold me into The whispering night, There's a ripple in the silence, It's Wiseblood Pumping in the whispering night.
With our hearts on fire, and the body electric, We get soul to soul hand to hand, Come here lover, feel like the night is bleeding, Help me tie up the wound, help me understand.
Wiseblood In the whispering night, Fold me into The whispering night, There's a ripple in the silence, It's Wiseblood Pumping in the whispering night.
Tell me what your mama give you, Tell me what your daddy give you, Meet me on down by the river With your Wiseblood. Tell me what your mama give you, Tell me what your daddy give you, Meet me on down by the river With your Wiseblood
