The First Stone

My white visions continue

This younger skin's outgrown old ways

Given what I need

I'm listening to how the silent sway

Still there'll be poison pens

And that pick of bones

Still a stand to cast

The first stone

Still there'll be poison pens

And that pick of old bones

Still a stand to cast

The first stone

Check the day out

The human race is doing time

Locked in some flimsy cage

Made of the stuff of the free will kind

Hear my heart-smash

My self made throne

Hoping not to cast

That first stone

Hear my heart-smash

My self made throne

Hoping not to cast

That first stone

That first stone