Sticks and stones make shards of bone,
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
Replaced need for fame, so now I'm a stranger,
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?
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 if 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 knee 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
With all 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
We've stopped 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
So never take that away
from me