Sticks And Stones

Did I pledge my allegiance
For the purpose of progress
To a priest or a prophet
Playing God in the process?
Was I chasing convenience
In a wave of disaster
Where the captain’s a captor
And I’m a puppet to pastor?

A worthless war
A curtain torn
To take control of this ship
A nail of shame
A broken vein
To write redemption a script
A truth-less gun
A dying Son
To turn the tables we flipped
Turn the tables we flipped

Paint the beauty we split
Paint the beauty we split
Paint the beauty we split
Paint the beauty we split
Nah nah nah, nah

They don’t get it, I don’t get it
We’re committed to sticks and stones
What's a vision if it's driven to imprison?
I don't know
They don’t get it, I don’t get it
We’re committed to sticks and stones
Undecided, but I'm trying still divided
So it goes

A worthless war
A curtain torn
To take control of this ship
A nail of shame
A broken vein
To write redemption a script
A truth-less gun
A dying Son
To turn the tables we flipped
Turn the tables we flipped

Paint the beauty we split
Paint the beauty we split
Paint the beauty we split
Paint the beauty we split
Turn the tables we flipped (Nah nah nah, nah)

Paint the beauty we split
Take control of this ship
Paint the beauty we split
Write redemption a script
Paint the beauty we split
Turn the tables we flipped
Paint the beauty we split
Nah nah nah, nah

Show me a man, an honest mission
I'm willing to hope beyond suspicion
Show me the race, I'll run the distance
Longing to give and taste forgiveness
Dying to live a pure religion
Settle the rush to chase submission
Open my eyes and soul to listen