What's my name, what's my station

Oh just tell me what I should do

I don't need to be kind to the armies of night

That would do such injustice to you.

Or bow down and be grateful

And say "sure take all that you see"

To the men who move only in depleted halls

And determine my future for me.

And I don't I don't know who to believe

I'll get back to you someday

Soon you will see