The chunk of metal in my palm
Forgets the girl that's calling
Tainted with the moon of rose
And sailors all a-sighing

Pins and needles in my head
Wishing slowly I was dead
Feeding circles from the sky
Drifting everlasting lies

And in a moment far from wasted
Lives all seem just copy-pasted
To wander, wonder, wondered why
Regrets are bars in the jail of time

And slowly do I realize the metal
Keeps it all inside
Traps us in together
With a metal state of mind
They who live among us
Can bend down to our ways
Chains of petty nevermores
Escape the glance of day