I feel the fire
Coming down the road
If this transpires
And turns me to stone
I think that I'll be ok
It's fuel to fire
That I'm looking for
My feet are tired
And I'm getting bored
I think that I'll be ok
If the sun don't shine
And the moon cant find
It's way back home
To me all alone
Made of stone
The smoke is rising
Signals me to slow
Down my consumption
Before I blow...
My bodies burning
Turning me to coal
It's my opinion
That I'm made of stone
I think that I'll be ok
I think that I'll be ok
If the sun don't shine
And the moon can't find
It's way back home
To me all alone
Made of stone
Made of stone
My body is starting to burn...
In my mind I don't even have a clue
My body is starting to burn...
In my mind I don't even have a clue
My body is starting to burn...
In my mind I don't even have a clue
My body is starting to burn...
In my mind I don't even have a clue
Fuel to fire
