The stone is the writer's heart. He says unless God can make his heart beat (which He obviously can), then there's no hope for him.
"part my ribs like the sea and change me"
...It's obvious what he means there, and those are great lyrics by the way...
"'cause stone doesn't beat
and rock hearts don't pump anything
but i've grown not to mind because at least
stone doesn't sling like blood
or spill like guts across the floor"
The writer knows that the things of the world (and his sins) make it to where his rock/stone heart doesnt pump anything (as in he has the wrong things in his heart)...
But he has "grown not to mind" because God, through His grace, allows him to keep breathing, and at least his stone heart "doesn't sling like blood or spill like blood across the floor."
it's pretty obvious when you think about it.
"...and make stone beat..."
The stone is the writer's heart. He says unless God can make his heart beat (which He obviously can), then there's no hope for him.
"part my ribs like the sea and change me"
...It's obvious what he means there, and those are great lyrics by the way...
"'cause stone doesn't beat and rock hearts don't pump anything but i've grown not to mind because at least stone doesn't sling like blood or spill like guts across the floor"
The writer knows that the things of the world (and his sins) make it to where his rock/stone heart doesnt pump anything (as in he has the wrong things in his heart)...
But he has "grown not to mind" because God, through His grace, allows him to keep breathing, and at least his stone heart "doesn't sling like blood or spill like blood across the floor."