Stony Ground

Verse 1

Check the status of the crown

It is rusting in the gutter while I stand around

Picking pennies off a corpse

Looking for a spark to light a match without a torch

I see legends losing focus

Watching every heavy hitter turning into hocus pocus

Turning vanish to an art form

Walking through the lobby of a castle I was born for

They were shouting on the podium

Sprinkling their bitterness like salt inside the sodium

Built a name upon a mountain

Then they dried the water up and salted every fountain

Take a picture of the giants

Trading in their integrity for silence and compliance

You are fading like a ghost

While I am raising up a banner for a toast

Chorus

Bury the statues

Break all the marble to pieces and sand

Bury the statues

Tear down the flags from the hollowed out land

Bury the statues

No more medals for the weary old hand

Bury the statues

Verse 2

The flow is feeling quite decrepit

Missing every step while claiming that you never stepped it

Pacing circles in a hallway

Doing all the things you said you wouldn't ever do always

Rhymes are sounding like a ledger

Counting up the change and trying to measure every pleasure

Looking frantic for the exit

Selling off the jewelry but failing to protect it

Your dynasty is looking brittle

Solving every riddle just to end up with a little

Catch a feeling of the fever

Turning every student to a cynical believer

You were icons in the ledger

Now you're symbols of a past that gave us no type of measure

Hung the jersey on a hook

Right before I tore the final chapter from the book

Chorus

Bury the statues

Break all the marble to pieces and sand

Bury the statues

Tear down the flags from the hollowed out land

Bury the statues

No more medals for the weary old hand

Bury the statues

Verse 3

See the ghost of the greatness

Stumbling through the city trying to maintain the lateness

You are fighting with a shadow

While I am moving mountains and I'm swimming in the shallow

Losing rhythm every season

Changing up the message without giving us a reason

You are shouting at a cloud

Being much too quiet when you're trying to be loud

Washing colors from the canvas

Like a tired captain looking for a lost Atlantis

Found the glory in a box

Safe behind a metal gate with triple silver locks

Everything is getting cold

Watching all the iron turn into a dusty gold

I'm the wrecking ball coming

While the gods of the radio are doing nothing but drumming

Verse 4

Check the clock upon the wall

Waiting for the titans of the industry to finally fall

You are rambling in your sleep

Promises were meant to break and secrets were to keep

Now the kingdom is a ruin

Checking on the damage that the arrogance is doin'

Empty seats at the table

Telling all the children another tragic little fable

Legacy is just a word

Louder than the music that nobody ever heard

Cut the strings off of the puppet

Then you put the dinner in a shiny silver bucket

Finish off the final round

Lay the heavy honors on the cold and stony ground

Moving forward while you stall

Standing at the top just to watch the legends crawl

Chorus

Bury the statues

Break all the marble to pieces and sand

Bury the statues

Tear down the flags from the hollowed out land

Bury the statues

No more medals for the weary old hand

Bury the statues