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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
To trickle down my throat
To dribble down my chin
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?

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from Twenty​-​Something Mutant Nobodies, released January 12, 2018

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