Your word is their ammo Dummies their cammo Your time will they waste Your attention they'll chase For to them this is food It gives them a thrill A high when you shrill Drag you down to their level And there you will they pummel.
You'll be digging your own grave Throwing yourself in Then bury yourself whole Drag others down with you And you won't even know.
For when you do fight And it's under their rules their dictated terms In their field of battle On their chosen time "Veni vidi vici" This phrase will they own And never be yours Forevermore
So choose thee your battles Provide them no ammo Speak not to a dummy Give them no time Pay them no heed Deprive them their thrills Observe while they scream They be running 'round like fools Starving for a meal Permit them one thing - to drown in your SILENCE.
They'll trip on their own As they claw for their high Let them clamour, shout, and scream! Then when their weakness is shown Know their doom is but nigh.
Now a glorious counter-offensive In a battle under your rules With terms that you dictate At a battlefield high ground Because you chose the time Just sit back; watch em squirm! By the end of it all Is a phrase you will own "Veni vidi vici" Will be yours forevermore.
