Made of Stone - Envy On The Coast

I don’t believe in much of anything

I threw that away when I found out

Jesus never learned to sing

I’ll wear the crown if you say that it fits

You say my head has grown but it fits through the door

And you think

And you think I’m made of stone

I’m chiseled out of brick

I’m a vase that shatters

Holding such beautiful things

I’m made of stone

I’m chiseled out of brick

I believe in this

I believe in this

I believe in this

I’m a machine

I’m made of recycled clicks

To keep you in line when you step out of time

I rule with my iron fist

I think about the plan the whole world wrote for us

And sometimes it hurts

Sometimes it hurts

Sometimes it hurts

When you think I’m made of stone

I’m chiseled out of brick

I’m a vase that shatters

Holding such beautiful things

I’m made of stone

I’m chiseled out of brick

I believe in this

I believe in this

I believe in this

I believe in this

Stoned in my room

Yeah they would stone me in my sleep

I learned to stare the way that he did

The way that Jesus watched his sheep

I do this to breathe into the choir

I preach

You know how it feels

You know how it feels

You know how it feels

When I start to think you’re made of stone

You’re chiseled out of brick

You’re the vase that shatters

Holding such a pitiful thing

You’re made of stone

You’re chiseled out of brick

I still believe in this