Metal On Metal - Input

I grind till all I hear is metal on metal

and I’m fine with the fear that I never may settle for anything less

Within this life that’s abusive

All I have to my name are my words and my music

It’s all the same type of strategy

Identical formations

preventable decisions from a medical sensation

All on his own again

speaking of another fight

posted in an empty bar

drinking off another night

Put up a fist and instigate the proper battle call

Acting out and shooting down the streams of flaming cannonballs.

Point the finger at the man without regrets

And he’ll point the pistol back at you as someone to forget

All he ever wanted was to finally destroy it

But that was quickly killed and his mistakes were all exploited

Poorly executed

It determines how he lives

It’ll ultimately lead to massacres and drowning this

Life of an architect

He’ll die of a heart attack

No one wants to tell him that his dreams are just too hard to catch

Why are we so damn afraid to face conviction

when all we seem to do in life is murder all our innocence?

I’ve met the most amazing people on a whim

And I keep high their company

while shedding all my skin

I start the morning shift as if it’s just a formal gift

Handed from the heavens under attack from catastrophic fists

A matter of life and death

I’m making a treasure chest

And placing it deep within the Earth for you to find it next

And I’ll supply all of the rations that you’d ever need to guarantee survival

Yes, I promise that it’s guaranteed

There’s more to me than just a rhythm and a vocal track

But you don’t need to see that side of me I’ll hold 'em back

We’ll just rely on what we’ve learned to be progressive

So we can fly away from certain indiscrestions

Above the skyline

Life is not so difficult

We’ll find the pipe bombs hidden in the window sills

We’ll deactivate the negatives together

And laugh away to heaven while we travel through the stormy weather

This is the scenery

Provided by some chosen words

Economically effecient

Fundamentally preserved

Mostly built from an honest man’s perspective

Only debilitated by this world’s exits

It’s written in the sky and painted on the skeleton

It’s sitting on the bus and strengthening intelligence

It’s on the interstate

It’s on your dinner plate

It’s running circles right around you like a figure eight

Come close to me and we can study how it moves

Supposedly, we’re openly, emotionally confused

When it comes around to be the final curtain call

I’ll be perfectly content just knowing that I did it all.