What happens now
If I won't let you bully me
What is the cost
And how do I know
Who will pay
And where are you drawing the currency from?
Whose future is draining into the
bottomless pit
Of your wound
Your weapons
Your weary capitulation
Where is possible to find
A stance on solid ground
Outside the grooves and currents
Of your history
And mine
A standing place
Of something better than before
The sanctuary you dreamed
Little and alone
And always out of reach
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