Words are Weapons

Get ready for an invocation

A revolution, a deliberate attack full on noise pollution

Sound waves torn apart like by rocks and bricks and ground down until it crumbles to dust and mist

And now we ready to enter to square against an enchanted competitor and enemy within our way

Watch what you say, fall beneath the unseen and repulsive

Covered by robes and chains but don't

Bite your tongue, there's magic in the day

Now released something wicked is waiting in the rain and

It roars with a thundering force underground

You can feel it in the rhythm of the wind circling around

Syllables are dripping with a sickening poison

Moving through the bloodstream channeling the voices