It's the magnitude...of Truth
It's the magnitude...of freedom
Which the false most fear.

So few grow up
So few respond
And digest the loss
And rise through the price.

Singers of the real song
Never complain or entertain
The King's horses or the King's men
Who stuff self-centred Humpty
And push him off again.

Yes, the true singers all-ways belong
To that fresh freshness
Inside their freedom song