Sheet Metal

I never had a place to hide
I’m always on the losing side
You know how things can pull you down
Like a stone in the current, advancing as I drown
Never had a point searching for the clue
I must have missed the starting gun
I’m a nowhere man, like the Son Of Sam
I’m the grave, I feel the calm
A fucking bomb
I’m the shit crushed by the world
My hope’s like a flag the wind unfurls
I must embrace the things I hate
I’m looking down below, debase
Like a drug addict, a mindless fanatic
Wash away the simple things
I’m a nowhere man, don’t hear the words I can
I’m in the grave, I feel the calm
A fucking bomb
I think I’m still alive, lying beside my bed
The hole is not a void, it’s all inside my head
A place, a face I cannot recall
The optic functions, the clouds on the wall
The word is a code, they’re ready to die
I can’t go out like this, I can’t, I’m ready to try
When the hands steel the rage
You’re hitting the ground
Bring it down