Wake Nailgun
In this horizontal rain it´s hard to hold your mind in
one place.
As the hammer hits your face.
Just fastening.
Ain´t it fascinating?
In this lifelasting pain everyday just feels like the
same.
Try to catch up the pace.
A victim of mind, one of a kind.
And it´s all in this.
In this sculptural piece of shit.
Planted inside my skin.
This little red.
the little piece of me, making it all so.
Biggest and blackest.
Buries my hatchets to thousand feet under.
Releasing those hundreds of thoughts.
Hardened and grey.
Hitting my face with the force of nailgun.
So cold and lost inside.
Just trying to keep up with life.
Far away from home.
Further each day.
colder the days.
Guided by your ghost of mind.
Every step just leaves you behind.
Try to keep your face.
Not to fall, Not to fall...
And it´s all in this.
In this sculptural piece of shit.
Planted inside my skin.
This little red.
the little piece of me, making it all so.
Biggest and blackest.
Buries my hatchets to thousand feet under.
Releasing those hundreds of thoughts.
Hardened and grey.
Hitting my face with the force of nailgun.
The wind is blowing me down. The hand in hights is
casting these rocks down.
Just like rain, but causing so much more pain.
Those hands are holding me under.
Darkness without emergency exit.
And no way out.
Let´s close the coffin.
And it´s all in this.
In this sculptural piece of shit.
Planted inside my skin.
This little red.
the little piece of me, making it all so.
Biggest and blackest.
Buries my hatchets to thousand feet under.
Releasing those hundreds of thoughts.
Hardened and grey.
Hitting my face with the force of nailgun.
