Sticks And Stones

Sticks and stones make shards of bones
But words cut through the surface
That's nothing compared to the acts of despair
That we see go without purpose

Cut their limbs they'll crawl with grins
To find out if it's worth it
Mother help us please
Just a gentle breeze
We really don't deserve it

Shoulders bearing too much weight
So knees begin to buckle
Replace need for fame, so now I'm ashamed
You're what they'll find among the rubble
Kings and queens go without thrones

Hey, are you getting nervous?
Mother help us please
Breaking arms and knees
Just to keep up with the circus
Just to keep up with the

It's getting hard to sleep
Without that fire burning deep
Why would you take that away?
So put us back in our place
Spit in our face
It makes the hurt better
Don't ever take that away

Isn't it so easy
Just to see the greed believe me
It's enough to make you sick
Well that's a gratifying feeling
But the ceiling isn't going anywhere
It's not depleting

We need meaning so deceiving
Half the world is what we're needing
Pleading on our knees for healing
Breathing out, the skin is peeling
Breathing hard enough as it is
Without that toxic gas you're feeding
And conceding to this need
That we have taken like a beating
I'm disgusted with this lack of trust
And now we're all retreating

It's getting hard to sleep
Without that fire burning deep
Why would you take that away?
So put us back in our place
Spit in our face
It makes the hurt better
Don't ever take that away

It's getting hard to sleep
Without that fire burning deep
Why would you take that away?
So put us back in our place
Spit in our face
It makes the hurt better
Don't ever take that away