Blocking the whispers

Though you hold the keys to ruin, of everything I see
With every prison blown to dust, my enemies walk free
Though all my kingdoms turn to sand and fall into the sea
I’m mad about you, I’m mad about you

Sting
“Mad About You”
The Soul Cages

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