ORDAINA / THE COST
We’ll stick a jagged edge on the fence
So that nobody gets over
so that nobody beats us
in the duel of frontiers
in this madness
If even so
you manage to reach us
I promise to make room for you
among my workers
in silence, in secret
If you manage to pick the lock
you’ll have my door to hell open
because the price of freedom
can be slavery
in this land where everything is given
in this land where everything is possible
here where you can buy and sell everything
here where there’s a name for almost everything
