A glaring call breaks my sleep,
My dreams not mine to keep.
No food today.

I gaze at warriors, my friends
Our wits and wills to break or bend.
We pay another day.

My lips do drip a poison red;
Let loose the lie my life has lead,
My words are knives to slay.

But my every armoured plate
Are prison clothes I can't escape,
And with my heart I pay.

A piece! A price!
My petty life
To waste away
And lies to say
And lies do sway
My enemies
*And me.