I don't know if it's a gift or a curse.
I can see the words in every verse.
Everything that's spoken, everything that's said
Even what's whispered softly under your breath
And from my view
I can see what's coming you sent quite a few
With only two things they're designed to do
Ruin reputations, character assassination of …
Whoever happened to get in your way.
Maybe they crossed you on the wrong day.
Now your plans to make them pay.
With every word you say.
As the rumors make their rounds
I can tell who's going down
With this vision I can see
That these are aimed for me.
If one explodes that's bad news.
All I gotta do is keep my cool.
Let these heat-seekers run out of fuel.
And then, judging by the material used.
I can tell who sent them my way
And I can combat what they say.
But the damage is already done.
As the calls come in one by one.
Sticks and stones may break your bones.
But nothing can compare to the damage dealt over the phone.
What begins with the dial tone
Ends with your ears in the middle of a danger zone.
Some lies people won't buy
But mix a little truth and watch it fly
Watch it soar, and watch it glide.
And watch it take a life when the two collide.
Trust me, it's a bad way to go.
So painful, and so slow. Like …
Stepping on glass with you bare feet.
Slivers travel through your veins with each heartbeat.
But what you said was more like lead.
Poisoning my system with every step I take.
To live, to live
I guess I'll just forgive.
If one explodes that's bad news.
All I gotta do is keep my cool.
Let these heat-seekers run out of fuel.
And then, judging by the material used.
I can tell who sent them my way
And I can combat what they say.
But the damage is already done.
As the calls come in one by one.
Who knew all the negative comments, were the …
Black and blue prints of mass destruction, should I ...
Head for cover, before the next round, or ...
Take aim and focus, long enough to shoot 'em down.
If one explodes that's bad news.
All I gotta do is keep my cool.
Let these heat-seekers run out of fuel.
And then, judging by the material used.
I can tell who sent them my way
And I can combat what they say.
But the damage is already done.
As the calls come in one by one.
If one explodes that's bad news.
All I gotta do is keep my cool.
Let these heat-seekers run out of fuel.
And then, judging by the material used.
I can tell who sent them my way
And I can combat what they say.
But the damage is already done.
As the calls come in one by one.
One, one, one, one.
Story of the song
They say words have no wings, but can fly a thousand miles. I've witnessed this first hand, and will testify that words can be used as weapons of mass destruction. We've all been on either side of a lie, rumor, or gossip. It's a mistake to think this type of warfare doesn't leave casualties, and in some cases no one is left standing: perpetrators, bystanders and the intended target alike.
