(spoken word)

4. Kidnap

Look This is my blood
What colour is yours?
Here
Take what you need
It’s you who bleed

Blood and fire
Anger and pain
Time and space
I see the river
Dance in flame
I see it lick your face
And I call out your name
But you don’t hear

Love is sharper than a new knife blade
The more that we hold dear, the more we live in fear
Love is tenderness and love is rage
What kind of crazy love will drive us to hate and kill

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