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Produced by Marcin Halerz & SCEPTIC Wordbow: Words you spit out can kill - weapon of your choice, your will Once born I face this world, It's wonders and cruelty Path of life paved with thorns, thorns carving personality The sharper spikes, the tougher my skin gets Resisting hail of words that wound But in the process how can I avoid Becoming wordbow too Innocent at birth we degrade in time In order to not get destroyed by thoughtlessness of human kind Words you spit out can kill - weapon of your choice, your will Mouth that harm generates a thrill, spoken trash - an uncharted skill My tongue turns into dagger, dipped in venomous thoughts Behold reflections of your weakness in my eyes You try to strike back but the shield of indifference I hold strong deep in my mind I stab the hearts, I stab the souls - inflicting pus leaking scars Infecting thoughts with insecurity - no remedy can fight I stab the hearts, I
