Heart of Stone - The Wolfgang Press

So many times, so many times

Complete the crime, complete the stories

I should have known this inner feeling

Is all about these messy people

Grant his pardon and be forgotten

Show the true blue and cut your arm off

Cut your arm off

Follow me and shed your stories

Follow me and strike the worries

Follow me and show the reason

For this infernal competition

Follow me and spread the word of

All the people who go unheard

So many times, so many times

A thousand heads, they talk in rhyme

The useless words commit more crime (more crime)

A case of mindless intuition

A case of finding inner vision

I drop a bomb, you drive a car

And when we crack, we crack so hard

The nurses come to hear our stories

These flowers talk, my flowers talk

And so these people take what is mine

You hit hard, you hit hit hard (???)

So many times I’ve swallowed hole

So many times, so many times

You hit hard, you hit hit hard

I hear you walk, you shimmer down

This funny feeling is called a sound

This is no time for heavy breathing

You hit hard, you hit hit hard

And so it says and so it comes

I fumble down and crumble over

And finger through this dreaded number

Don’t play around with shaded fevers

My persons lost into forever

The sound of music and lighted gardens

A fire’s burning but not in my home

Not in my home, not in my home

The same song, the same old song

The same song, the same old song

I’m just searching for the heart of stone