Bitter from rejection
Jealousy grows in the heart of a vacant hand
Fear of their own insecurities,a forsaken man
Asking is this life or time of tribulation
Words break bones, vibes pull elation
Sticks and stones start fires
Fires burn with passion
Echos of a lost soul
Reflect a repeat of past ashes
Sticks and stones start fires
Fires destroy cities
There is a light inside me
There is a light that burns within me
Sorting through the messages
Left upon their faces
Sorting through the consequences
Left with temptation
They poke and pry, why even try?
The gates of hell are waiting
Sticks and stones start fires
Fires burn with passion
Echos of a lost soul
Reflect a repeat of past ashes
Sticks and stones start fires
Fires destroy cities
There is a light inside me
There is a light that burns within me
The light within pulsates
While theirs merely reflects
A dead star still shines because there is life after death
So the living dead they wander, aimlessly about
Skeletons of people, all looking for an out
Sticks and stones can kill me
Words can kill me too
I'd rather be stoned
Than to hear your sentence through
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