Do not tell me
Oh, Tiresias, why do you speak?
Do not tell me what you see.
It is not those words that I seek.
Do not tell me what you see.
One by one the stones they add
Add to one side then the other.
Even cannot be even had
Even when evil is the mother.
Tip the scales and tip them fast
To not be seen for who you are
Making things that cannot last
Taking from the ones you mar.
Run and hide, lady liberty
Do not tell me what you see
From that height what cannot be
Do not tell me what you see.
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