Sheet Metal - SMP

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