Little Hammer by Pale Saints
Artist: Pale Saints
Album: The Comforts Of Madness
Pale Saints The Comforts Of Madness Little Hammer
Pounding away in the back of my head
Until i've almost lost myself
And those red and black patterns
In which nothing happens
Have made me sleep
A beautiful voice is a nail
Being pulled out of wood
Carry on little hammer
You were always my favourite toy
When the world's dead to me
In my soft ??? fortunate cushion of pins(?)
Is a soldier
Slicing thin(?) through(?) thin(?)
The unfortunate truth sneaking in