Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will nibble at my brain little by little
Burn down each tower city by city
Rip the electricity away from my power lines
And watch my soul decay
And watch me laugh at physical pain
And smile in the face of bruises and blood
And I know you only call me to test the theory
To see if my walls will truly collapse
And I'll answer the phone willingly because we yearn to hear the words we utter to ourselves in the darkness of our shadows
So before you allow yourself to hear my answer phone
You should know I would rather you bury me in sticks and stones.
