Peaceable Kingdom Cities full of hatred, fear and lies Withered hearts and cruel tormented eyes Scheming demons dressed in kingly guise Beating down the multitude and scoffing at the wise
The Pass In softest voice there's an acid tongue In the oldest eyes there's a soul so young In the shakiest will there's a core of steel On the smoothest ride there's a squeaky wheel Correction on previous entry: I read The Oracle's signature by mistake. I meant Entre Nous.