Spit your words with fury Tear your way beneath the skin Infecting with doubt A useless web you spin What is it you hope to gain from this? Nothing What is it you hope to prove with this? Nothing Hidden away from view You start your fires The child who became king Of the jackals and the liars Breaking you fingers Silence your voice Breaking your fingers You've made your choice Words cannot be weapons If they leave no mark Pathetic attack With no bite and all bark