They say it gets easy, but I disagree
They say, "You just feel it," but I don't
I've got broken teeth
I've got splintered bone
But I just can't get blood from a stone
Late night at the quarry, breaking up some rocks
Digging for something deeper, but all I find are broken rocks
I've got broken teeth
I've got splintered bone
But still I can't get blood from a stone
Cold earth, hard ground
I put my hand to the plow and I tend my crop
But it won't seed, no
Diamond in my hand
I clench my fist until it's nothing but dust
But it won't bleed, no
Just a little blood just a little blood
To trickle down my throat
To dribble down my chin
Just a little blood just a little blood
To trickle down my throat
To soak into my skin
I'll cut off my hands
I'll sell my soul
I'll do anything to get my blood from a stone
I tore down the wall
I found my way home
I summoned the Sun
So where's my blood from a stone?
So where is my-
I tore down the wall
I found my way home
I summoned the Sun
So where's my blood from a stone?
I tore down the wall
I found my way home
I summoned the Sun
So where's my blood from a stone?