Black Iron - Full of Hell

Everyone gets lost in the wilderness sometimes

But these woods are turning to brick and grime

Try thinking life existing outside

A sky that isn’t filled with steel and plaster

Day in, day out

Day in, day out

Day in, day out

These animals have only base desires

After being stripped of their spirit and fire

Their rotting bones and their gaping jaws

They’re weeping alone in the bathroom stalls

I can’t help but blend into this institution

So far gone in this industrial revolution

Ambition erodes down to the basic needs

Gone are the days of my existential greed

These aching joints all blend into machinery

Endless tension compounding my humility

I know they only think of me as another failing product line

These aching joints all blend into machinery

Endless tension compounding my humility

I know they only think of me as another failing product line

Day in, day out

Day in, day out