Verse 1
Sticks and stones, scattered and bare,
Gather them slowly, in the open air.
Under the watch of the pixel moon,
Craft a shield against the creeping doom.
Chorus
Sticks and stones.
Sticks and stones.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But this world will never hurt me.
Sticks and stones.
Verse 2
Hammer’s strike in the silent night,
Cobblestone walls in dim torchlight.
Whispers of spiders, hiss, take a stand,
Building my world with these bare hands.
Chorus
Sticks and stones.
Sticks and stones.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But this world will never hurt me.
Sticks and stones.
Bridge
In the shadows cast, I hear them call,
A lullaby woven in the cavern’s sprawl.
Echoes of a song, ancient and torn,
Born of sticks, of stones, of battles worn.
Chorus
Sticks and stones.
Sticks and stones.
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But this world will never hurt me.
Sticks and stones.
Outro
I forge, I fight, under pixel skies,
With sticks and stones, I rise, I rise.
Wonderful wood and sturdy stone,
This world is mine, a place my own.
Sticks and stones.
Sticks and stones.