Owls - The Art Of War

[Hook: Owls]
My pencil doesn't have arms but It fights with me
Doesn't have legs but it walks with me
Doesn't have a voice but it talk to me

[Verse 1: Owls]
What I think my pencil draws
On a cloud that never falls
But can be formed into a plan
And again to form a crane
It flys like lighting in it’s rage
Spitting graphite on it’s page
Symbols that together form a image
Every letters born with power that has no limit
This is how my pencil speaks
My fingers are its’ arms and feet
My pencil has a thousand mouths
To dance on clouds to form a house
For a king that can’t be found
Since I've pull excalibur out the ground
It’s my weapon and my friend
It sticks beside me till the end

[Hook: Owls]
My pencil doesn't have arms but It fights with me
Doesn't have legs but it walks with me
Doesn't have a voice but it talk to me