Knives and guns are nothing compared to you. They can’t do anything like what you can do. You can take me apart from the inside and out. Then hear me scream a death defying shout. They only hurt my body, not my spirit, soul or mind. But if for a second you would be so kind. Hand me one of the two. So i won’t have to look at you. When you take me down to pieces and shreds. And i’ll fall down with the others heads.