Letras
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
So 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