Sticks & Stones

Don't treat me like a child
Don't beat me like a man
I'm made of sticks
I'm made of stone
I will not bow down
I will not worship your throne

Scold me like a man
Whip me like a child
I'm broken now
I'm crumbling now

I get down on my knees
To spit on your feet
Take me to the gallows
That's where I'll find defeat
That's where I'll curse your crown
Crown of guilt and lies

Do me the favor - Rip it all away
Leaving me bruised and broken
The pleasure is all mine
I'll be patiently waiting
To be turned into dust again
Just hang me out to dry
Hang me out to die

You think you've won but your still alive
You can't escape your own mind
As the whole world dies around you
In your name
You will see the guilt
It was all in vein

Don't worry like a child
Take the pain like a man
You are broken, now
Like the sticks
You're crumbling, now
Like the stone

Your on your knees now
Wanting mercy now
Those who haunt you, see your pain
You did them a favor
You tied your own noose, you found defeat

Worship your crown of guilt
You are the disease
You only contaminate
Look at me now
What have you found?
I'll see you when we're both in the ground