made of stone

• made of stone
  
  your knuckles whiten on the wheel
  the last thing that your hands will feel
  your final flight can't be delayed
  
  no land just sky it's so serene
  your pink fat lips let go a scream
  you fry and melt i love the scene
  
  sometimes i
  fantasize
  when the streets are cold and lonely
  and the cars they burn below me
  don't these times
  fill your eyes
  when the streets are cold and lonely
  and the cars they burn below me
  are you all alone
  is anybody home
  
  i'm standing warm against the cold
  now that the flames have taken hold
  at least you left your life in style
  
  and for as far as i can see
  tin twisted grills grin back at me
  bad money dies
  i love the scene
  
  sometimes i
  fantasize
  when the streets are cold and lonely
  and the cars they burn below me
  don't these times
  fill your eyes
  when the streets are cold and lonely
  and the cars they burn below me
  are you all alone
  is anybody home
  
  sometimes i
  fantasize
  when the streets are cold and lonely
  and the cars they burn below me
  don't these times
  fill your eyes
  when the streets are cold and lonely
  and the cars they burn below me
  are you all alone
  are you made of stone