paralysed overrun
by a late memory
of a war to be won
over what i don't see
on the rack pulled and strung
like a dog brought to heel
i won't wait for the turn
of the torturer's wheel
there's no use in crying when the plate is broken
there's no use in crying when the plate is broken
lying on the floor…
things are different now
different than before
silent lie never spoke
it's right there next to you
evil eye left to gloat
you've found someone new
there's no use in crying when the plate is broken
there's no use in crying when the plate is broken
lying on the floor…
things are different now
different than before
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