You have a power I haven't got

I have a power you don’t have

We need all the power we can get

Our psyches, wellbeing, brutalised,

The world renounces its liberty because it is in fear

Because it is in fear, because it is in fear.

Coup de canif coup de canif coup de canif.

How can you be seen and known and loved

When you have your armour on?

How can you see and know others, how can you feel anything, when the sheathing’s closely on?

The univers puts her hand on your shoulder

Whispers in your ear

This armour is keeping you from the gifts I’ve given you

I’m not fucking around

You’re half way dead.