Little Hammer Lyrics - Pale Saints

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 favorite toy 

When the world's dead to me 

In my soft [unverified] fortunate cushion of pins [unverified] 

Is a soldier [unverified] 

The unfortunate truth sneaking in