Margins

I'll never see again
Blindfold oppressive reigns
Controlled & led away
Tied into a hope of favour

This is a joke

Semblance & shadows of what you said
Smothered away from the light I make
Price my heart & margin clarity
Never found nor spoke of once again

What kind of doubt forsees this
A guilt upon me received
It's everything you want
Price of what you need
Someone quietly subservient deemed

I've given everything
Burn me up in desire
Smouldering wrecked bleed
Modern slavery
We've got to have this
No matter the price



Credits
Writer(s): Manuel Piedade, Adonis Adrianos, Gaetano Ruggiero, Oliver Burtton
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