Call it elitist, Ironically as you will
But from where I'm standing, your life is standing still
Habitually and moaned b**hed about the things you could not get
Now you lost your messiah in the middle of the alphabet
You never missed a chance to run off at the mouth
While a lover loved your lady and fell just a little south
You boldly sang the praises of your self-inflicted rules
You found your congregation but in fact, they're only fools
Lift:
I feel a spark within me so keep your distance please
I see the mark you leave like an acidic old disease
Chorus:
Sticks and stones will build a fire
Sticks and stones will raise a spire....left alone the words will fade
Sticks and stones will feed a dream
Sticks and stones ain't what they seem....breathe it in and pull the shade
Some will tongue kiss the prophet and spit out what they taste
Some will s** it down while he rubs it in their face
Some will come back for more like a sugary little treat
Some will even smile while they cry between the sheets
Your life is just a host for your viral angry ways
It's a shame I'm unaffected .. what a shame she didn't stay
What goes around, you know the rest so keep me up to date
Rest a**ured, you set the stage and it's only second rate
Lift:
Chorus:
Bridge:
You fight me .. While you sightsee .. But my light's free