Sticks and Stones

Chaos on a Friday I tip-toe by No need to get excited I step outside Smooth exterior Mess inside Fight the inferior Across city lines It's written over my face No sleep zone Open up my suitcase Sticks and stones Iron filings Breathe'em right in Catch my breath Air too thin Floating in the darkness (Floating in the darkness) Talking to the ghosts (Talking to the ghosts) The ones that want you dead (The ones that want you dead) Are the ones you love the most It's written over my face No sleep zone Open up my suitcase Sticks and stones Sticks and stones breaking bones But my words survive, I'm alive Why do I want to be released? You're the past, not the future It's written over my face No sleep zone Open up my suitcase Sticks and stones