The Stickman breaks the ice  Brings all cold feelings forward  A shifting sacrifice  A little more to carry homeward    The little crimes slip by  Liquid loyalties re-incise  And reaching for the feed  They unearth a hidden greed    [chorus]  WHO DECIDES RIGHT AND WRONG?   WHO DECIDES WHAT SHOULD BE SAID?   I THINK I'LL NEVER SEE THE PATH AGAIN    A fearless choice of words  Sitting safe a world away  Traffic is a blur  And every coward has his say    Chameleons test the air  Oceans swell and overflow  But the Stickman's everywhere  Eras come and eras go    [chorus]    Those who remain true  Will cut a path of their own  Constant in the slew  Weather judgments and missiles thrown    Constant in the slew  Weather judgments and missiles thrown  Constant in the slew:  To forge ahead and set the tone    [chorus]