Sticks and Stones
This house once filled made of sound is coming down fast
But four walls stand firmly planted even through the mess
Sticks and stones lay on the ground.
There is nothing, there is no one that can stop this now.
Try to tear it apart.
You can't tear us apart.
We are here to stay.
We are here.
The dust it rises blinding and confusing all around
But when its over it's not over those four walls aren't coming down
Sticks and stones lay on the ground.
There is nothing, there is no one that can stop this now.
Try to tear it apart.
You can't tear us apart.
We are here to stay.
We are here.