Words(Man's Greatest Weapon)

Words, man's greatest weapon
Cuts sting but heal, even if they're drawn from steel
Words stick inside
They can be as cold as the water at high tide
Like a tattoo in your soul, it becomes part of you
Every time you look in the mirror
You're reminded of the atrocious shiver
Wounds burn, as time goes on you twist and turn
You learn to part from the scar that has driven you so far
Some Tattoos fade
The lost spade erased from your skin
Eventually the mark will be so thin
It's been so long living life in tin foil
keeping as safe as possible
The coil around left you nothing but a screeching sound
Thought you, forever bound
But as I said before
Cuts don't stick around no more
Words, Man's greatest tool, used ill by fools.