Sticks & Stones

ya, they’ll break your bones

but what’s worse are the labels from the
clones

Rivals

they sneer at me from across the room

their cutting words spell my doom

I could wish this were actually true

but no one else seems to feel the damage
of this coup

ya, they laugh, I weep - the cycle never ends

but my tears are now as few as my friends

they’ll never know

but now who cares if they did, commando

wish they’d live what they say

but this stuff is far from mere child’s play

never’s a long long time

I guess alone I’ll make this long long climb

ya, but you know it’s true

you believe their lies - and not just a few

oh, the irony, such a mockery

blast this state of cruel tyranny

I’ll show you what it looks like

my own overthrow of this third reich

no, it won’t be pretty

but they’re the ones with no pity

After all the pain and all the blame

I have learned at least one small thing

Sticks and stones will break my bones

and yes, names do also hurt me

But the power to forgive,

gives me the ability to live

And set the prisoner free