Sticks and Stones

(Flies and stones

Skin and bones

The taste will never hurt me)

Having bullets for biting

What’s it like?

Keeping ink for writing

What’s it like?

(Cold)

No shoes for walking

How’s it feel?

No throat for talking

How’s it feel?

(Hot)

Let it go

Easy, I know

(Chorus 1)

Sticks and stones

No blood is shown

The veins will never reach me

Be quick

Be fast

Cuts the casts

Let the air be bolder

Be sharp

Be blunt

None left to hunt

I wish I were a bit colder

(End chorus 1)

Pretending sweet is sour

Where’s it going?

Washing waste in flowers

Where’s it going?

Rinse until it’s clean

But will it show?

I spy something green

But will it show?

(Chorus 2)

Bags of bones

Hide the stones

Dust has moved to bite me

Be smart

Be keen

Can’t have it seen

Let these wires solder

Be timed

Be kind

Just a bit more colder

(Freeze)

(End chorus 2)