There's no one made of plastic here
We're all made of stone
And though we stand great and tall
Our hearts feel often cold
Though war is waged upon us
We shall never fall
And in our solid countenance
Sorrow's hands unfold
Though time is ever fleeting
And pain does often cease
The casings of our treason
Ever wash our feet
On bedrock, we are fastened
Waiting for the end
And when it does yet meet us
Surely we will bend
Nov 15, 2025
Nov 15, 2025 at 12:31 PM UTC
There's no one made of plastic here
We're all made of stone
And though we stand great and tall
Our hearts feel often cold
Though war is waged upon us
We shall never fall
And in our solid countenance
Sorrow's hands unfold
Though time is ever fleeting
And pain does often cease
The casings of our treason
Ever wash our feet
On bedrock, we are fastened
Waiting for the end
And when it does yet meet us
Surely we will bend