Lyric Context Universe
making this town my own
cause we all turn to dust and bone
going home to all my kin
making this town my own
cause we all turn to dust and bone
going home to all my kin
heart of stone
gonna grind you up to dust and bone
when you feel that burning light
heart of stone
gonna grind you up to dust and bone
when you feel that burning light
and in the end
my brain may hold my dust and bones below but
there ain't no way in hell i'd ever think of selling my-
and in the end
my brain may hold my dust and bones below but
there ain't no way in hell i'd ever think of selling my-