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Spit your words of fury,
Tear your way beneath the skin.
Infecting with doubt,
A useless web you spin.
(Chorus)
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 jackels and the liars.
(Chorus)
What is it you hope to gain from this? NOTHING!
What is it you hope to prove with this? NOTHING!
Breaking Your 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
(Chorus)
What is it you hope to gain from this? NOTHING!
What is it you hope to prove with this? NOTHING!
Breaking Your Fingers!
Silence your voice
Breaking Your Fingers!
You've made your choice
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