Lyrics Sticks and Stones - Soilent Green

Sticks and Stones

The touch that connects-
Words that bleed
The closeness that rejects-
Words mean nithing
Actions all rubberband lies stretched far
Intimate words spoken while in bed
Just pillow talk for the naive head
Everything in names
Ideas prone to a backwards motion
An unknown cause, nothing named
A thought people state-
Contadicting this false speech
Sticks and stones made of syllables
These words will grow against you