It’s silent now
As if we’re all resting for the next battle
And there will be
It always comes back
The men come in waves
And when it rains it pours
Sometimes it goes silent like this and I think no one wants me
And then two, three, four
And the men fight for power over me
I wonder why
I just love power
And so do some men, they love me like I am power too
Am I just a dream of power, freedom, escape?
Do you love how I overcome my chains and you want freedom too?
I can change you but it will piss you off
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