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Praha.Prague.Praga.Inversion (The Waltz)​​Your jabs and your hooks, such a clinical art,But victory

Inversion (The Waltz) ​ ​Your jabs and your hooks, such a clinical art, But victory lives in the charts, not the heart. An uppercut’s useless, it offers no shield, When insults return from the words that you yield. She picks up the bow, made of silver and thread, Your accent, your gaze—all the things that you said. The "Interpreter" dances inside of her mind, With ice in her eyes and a question unkind. ​... ​The role of the victim—a VIP seat, Where logic is twisted and choked by deceit. A right to demand and a right to be served, While history fades into fog, unobserved. Whatever has happened, it matters no more, Today you’re the tyrant, the ghost of a war. In palaces built for the light of a spark, She’ll find an excuse to bring on the dark. ​... ​Like jumping in traffic, a leap into fate, The timing is perfect, the logic is straight. From one tiny trifle, a black cloud will grow, The demon awakens with nowhere to go. You want to atone? Want to pay for your sin? You’ll only lose more as the walls tumble in. The truth doesn't fit and the law has no bite— She hungers for power, not doing what’s right. ​... ​The ace in her lace is "the other, the man," Wrapped in his silver, according to plan. "The Canaries!" she cries. "How he pleaded and gave! But you? You were cold, like the mouth of a cave." In tables of rankings that make little sense, You’re lower than slogans and words quite as dense. The bosses, the exes—her legion of ghosts, She is the maestro; you’re the trembling notes. ​... ​With a smiling "No," every move meets its end— A cold, silent crash that you cannot defend. The one on the brakes is the one in command, Strengthening knots with a tyrannical hand. But here in this auction, where buyers are kings, The win isn't found in the power she brings. The winner is he who has finished the play... Who simply. Stopped. Walking. And vanished away.