you see me in a foreign face in ships that sink without trace in your father s doubt will he praise or shout behind the burning cross begrudged imagined loss when you run to me run to me run to me you try to fly but you cannot fly you try to hide but i m by your side you run from me run from me run from me i am the adversary i am the adversary i am the adversary i am your foe i go where you go between ideals and fact between the thought and the act you sink without trace grow to hate your face will you sell all you own to sit in a shadow by a throne will you run to me run to me run to me you try to fly but you cannot fly you try to hide but i m by your side you try to run from me run from me run from me i am the adversary i am the adversary i am the adversary i am your foe i go where you go you will see me behind every door you need not look for me at all to her i m just a number to her i am unknown on your shoulder her hands lightly rest as she lets fall her soft summer dress without self conciousness self loathing or conceit without intention the triumphs admit our defeat she moves in her own chosen way my invisible hands are not at play to her i m just a number to her i am unknown from the cold snow into the water to her i m just a number to her i am unknown i am your foe i go where you go