I am built to change, control me
I can feel inside what I've been needing
And I can turn and look you dead in the eye
And say it straight to your face

The mass majority makes me sick
Hide yourself behind a building
(?) like shit

Poor little bridges

I'd light a match, and I'd watch you burn
And then I'd piss on your ashes

Instill fear, and (?) their line
Take a torch on the innocent

If you were asked what your ego wants
Then maybe you'd make a fucking difference in this world

I live in a house of broken bones
It was never madе from sticks and stones

I live in a house of brokеn bones
It was never made from sticks or stones

Hate me, berate me, but you'll never fucking break me (x2)

I live in a house of broken bones
It was never made from sticks or stones

[Guitar solo]

I live in a house of broken bones
It was never made from sticks or stones

I live in a house of broken bones
It was never made from sticks and stones