Texty: John Schrader. From Discontent. Sticks-N-stones.

Call it elitist, Ironically as you will
But from where I'm standing, your life is standing still

Habitually and moaned bitched 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 suck 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 assured, you set the stage and it's only second rate

Lift:

Chorus:

Bridge:
You fight me .. While you sightsee .. But my light's free