We who controlninformationnHave the keys to thenhouse of the free,nThose who take theirnhands from the wheelnWill be crushednbeneath the weight ofntheir own history.nnAt the heart of thenmatternwhere thendiamond shines,nAt the centre of empire,nat the bottom ofnthe mine,nThe hunters andnhunted,nthe girls and thenboys,nPuppets of chemistry,nGod's own toys.nnWisebloodnIn the whisperingnnight,nFold me intonThe whispering night,nThere's a ripple in thensilence,nIt's WisebloodnPumping in thenwhispering night.nnWith our hearts on fire,nand the bodynelectric,nWe get soul to soulnhand to hand,nCome here lover, feelnlikenthe night isnbleeding,nHelp me tie up thenwound,nhelp menunderstand.nnWisebloodnIn the whisperingnnight,nFold me intonThe whispering night,nThere's a ripple in thensilence,nIt's WisebloodnPumping in thenwhispering night.nnTell me what yournmama give you,nTell me what yourndaddy give you,nMeet me on down bynthe rivernWith your Wiseblood.nTell me what yournmama give you,nTell me what yourndaddy give you,nMeet me on down bynthe rivernWith your Wiseblood.