"Bring back that child," she said   Spare me the price of freedom   Cold is my baby's head   Blown by the wind of reason   Even the rage behind   Cries out to see   We're 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   Question's the same   Who's deciding after the clouds have lain   Shame on your generation      When all your guilt 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      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