I know these roads. Each ridge. And narrow bridge. Each cheveron. Enticing me on. Each warning sign. I take in my stride. I don't need more ammunition. I've got more than I can spend. I don't dwell on things I'm missing. I'm just pleased. With the things I've found. I know these roads. An old hand understands. Above all I know what's. Expected of me now. Veering cliffwards. I don't need more ammunition. I've got more than I can spend. I don't dwell on things I'm missing. I'm just pleased. With the things I've found. With the things I've found. With the things I've found. I've found. I've been crying. It comes back on these salient days. And it stays. And it says :. "We've never really been away". I don't need more ammunition. I've got more than I can spend. I don't think of who I'm missing. I've got no space and no time. In my life anymore. No space or time. In my life anymore. For Revenge