I don’t feel the bond, I don’t feel they’re close
Gentlemen in suits talk to built-in phones
Will they ever call me, Will I ever fall
Decorate with stripes, make my hair look cold 
When they’re coming to meet me, I don’t let them get close
Wave away the smiles, lock the gates of hope
That they will persuade me, with a smell of gold
But if I block their moves, will I reach my goals 
Breaking the bones, breaking the bones
Made of stone 
Oh and if I let them conquer, if I leave my roads
Check the brighter side of stuff that glows
Will they ever know me, like you knew before
Will I be the same, will my ice age come 
Breaking the bones, breaking the bones
Made of stone
Breaking the bones, breaking the bones
They’re hoping that my blood turns to stone