Nails - Wolfrik

It’s been a couple years and a couple nails since we saw the roof fall through

The collapse left me deaf and struggling to find what I could reuse

Every swing beats in a rhythm

I’m pounding away

To get this fucking building to speak my name

The creaks and groans only serve to show me that the walls are far past repair

And the foundation has been rubble for an age

The slab has cracked the surface is decayed

Rot has taken hold

The mould has resolved to infiltrate every single pore to the core

It’s always hungry for more

Gnawing away like a rat on a dead limb

Tearing apart our last leg

Mud logged dragging boots towards another couple wasted hours and hours and

hours

I’m bleeding time again

Miles away from where we began

The clock doesn’t move backwards when you’re hanging from the rafters

We were burning at both ends

We were burning

We were on fire you and I

We were burning alive

It’s been a couple ties and a couple rails since you had ahold of me

That cutline is overgrown but I’m still haunted by that ringing

I thought I drowned you in the lake

I thought the current dragged you away

Flailing in the white wash I thought I pissed you right out of my mind

And I can barely stay awake

I’m walking wired trying to get away

I’m falling down the staircase I used to get out of the muck and the mire

We were on fire

We were burning alive

Every swing beats in a rhythm

I cut and I grind and I wish someone would tell me what the fuck is going on in

my mind

I dread meeting with you every single night because the fucking sun erases

every trace of you and I

Every trace of you and I is erased by the pale sunrise