When everything has been struck still
Cold as stone, but fit for heat
Where, finally, I have lost my will.

A threat, a motion, a means to kill
The thoughts sank down, once loud, now beat
When everything has been struck still.

Sitting high, legs curled on the sill
Mud and blood cake my feet
Where, finally, I have lost my will.

A cry, a sob, a time until
Force has strapped me to my seat
When everything has been struck still.

I’ve had my pain, please, I’ve had my fill
Of times my tongue and blood must meet
Where, finally, I have lost my will.

But one day, you shall price your bill
And nevermore will I be discreet
When you have become struck still
Where, finally, I will find my will.