She walks in the teeth of the city where its neon ways are warm
through all the laughing angels, and still she comes to harm
But watch still and waiting you'll never see her cry
For the orphan of the earth is the child of the sky
All praises lead to silence
As the beast mark stands revealed
on the bearded ancient prophet
is dragged of by his heels
And they all crowd the platform
and hope to see her die
But the orphan of the earth is the child of the sky
She laughs as they play their guilt game