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If it were true that words kill
I would put together all my adverbs
Indiscriminately detonated
In your civilian population at risk
And every comma will be a dagger in you
And each verb will be a rope
And each sentence, a rifle salvo
And each name, a warning of riot
Tell me if it's true that songs hurt
And I will have this one well sharpened
Remote-controlled, your arsenal of notes
Right to the heart of your weeds
And each stanza is a target on you
Each roll will be a shot
And each verse, missile head
And each chord, a coup d'état
And each point will be a full stop
Every metaphor, a heresy
Every microphone, a dirty radical
Every truth, a nightmare
Everything has burned in the fire
Word is the only thing I have
I swear this time there will be no silence
Word is the only thing I have
If it turns out to be true that verses hurt
If they are the poison that reaches you
I will launch an artillery of sonnets
When the gag tightens on us
Everything has burned in the fire
Word is the only thing I have
I swear this time there will be no silence
Word is the only thing I have
And each stanza is a target on you
Each roll will be a shot
And each verse, missile head
And each chord, a coup d'état
I left my life trying
Every microphone, a dirty radical
Every truth, a nightmare
I swear this time there will be no silence
Word is the only thing I have
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