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