The Engineer (feat. Matt Black)
Frightfully and spitefully
His steel hands plainly say that's he's a free man
Yet he stays inside his prison
Where he spends most of his day
If life is labor then sure you've lived engineer
But tell me if these castles hidden in the in the ice
Are worth their scut work all these years
The gears are turning I can see them in your skull
A beating heart is buried somewhere past your nickel copper hull
But you got patches nails are rotting
I can pull it out and show you where you traded in your soul for screws and bolts
And crude possessions long ago
Oh engineer why is it life has lost its meaning
When did all your harmless dreaming
Turn to self obsessive scheming yesterdays
Oh engineer you built your castles bottom up
On top of sand that turned to dust
And so you sit atop and rust the days away
Away
Well my friend I'm sorry but your love has passed away
And any hope you had of sweet revenge is buried
Deep inside her peaceful grave
Peaceful grave
But here you stand
A hulking instrument of what
What are you building now
No treasures can escape the eyes of moth and grasp of rust
The grasp of rust
His steel hands plainly say that's he's a free man
Yet he stays inside his prison
Where he spends most of his day
If life is labor then sure you've lived engineer
But tell me if these castles hidden in the in the ice
Are worth their scut work all these years
The gears are turning I can see them in your skull
A beating heart is buried somewhere past your nickel copper hull
But you got patches nails are rotting
I can pull it out and show you where you traded in your soul for screws and bolts
And crude possessions long ago
Oh engineer why is it life has lost its meaning
When did all your harmless dreaming
Turn to self obsessive scheming yesterdays
Oh engineer you built your castles bottom up
On top of sand that turned to dust
And so you sit atop and rust the days away
Away
Well my friend I'm sorry but your love has passed away
And any hope you had of sweet revenge is buried
Deep inside her peaceful grave
Peaceful grave
But here you stand
A hulking instrument of what
What are you building now
No treasures can escape the eyes of moth and grasp of rust
The grasp of rust
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Writer(s): Matt Black
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