Little Hammer Lyrics

Pounding away in the back of my head
Until i've almost lost myself
And those red and black patterns
In which nothing happens
Have made me sleep

A beautiful voice is a nail
Being pulled out of wood
Carry on little hammer
You were always my favourite toy

When the world's dead to me
In my soft? fortunate cushion of pins(?)
Is a soldier
Slicing thin(?) through(?) thin(?)
The unfortunate truth sneaking in