Letra de Metal On Metal

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.