TRAYCE - Made of Stone lyrics

rate me

Another chapter of the play

And I still hear you calling out my name

I've got no reason to complain

And no reason to just be an empty space

To those who cross my way

I extend my hand

I want you to know

That I'm not MADE OF STONE

Lines appearing in my face

And I wonder if I'm just a passenger

We're all living our todays

Never seeing we all have the same blood

To those who cross my way

I extend my hand

I want you to know

That I'm not MADE OF STONE

When I hear you call my name

I extend my hand

I want you to know

That I'm not MADE OF STONE