Sticks and stones may break our bones,
But words can simply kill us.
They start at the core,
Eating and withering away what they can,
Then continue on their mission,
To control your weak vessel.
They dive deep into your blood,
And swim up the stream,
They're having a party, can't you see?
For they know they have almost won.
It's only a matter of time now,
Before they've arrived at your power core.
Swinging on your veins and laughing as they go,
Baby, it's only a matter of time...
They're halfway there, honey,
And the conquering can begin,
For you let the words come right on in.
You should've closed the damn door.
It's too late now, destination reached,
The words have arrived now.
You let them reach the end.
Here they are: At your heart.
Sticks and stones may break our bones,
But words control our hearts.