Tick tick tick
Breathe
Tick tick tick
Focus
No melody to soothe the ache
Just the sharp cold sound the silence makes
A narrow range, a constant strike
On this assembly line of life
The timber cuts right through the haze
And sets my mind in a different phase A transient jolt,
a wake-up call
I'm building up a different wall To the iron pulse
A metallic beat that echoes in the concrete street
A dry attack,
a rapid decay Chipping all the soft away
This resonant clang,
this frequency Is the only truth that's speaking to me
My iron pulse
Pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse
They try to feed me symphonies Of gentle words and apologies
But all that sticks,
all I can trust Is this clean and unforgiving thrust
No harmonic lie,
no reverbs,
grays Just the pure and present time and space
Forged in the moment,
hard and fast A shape that's built alone to last
To the iron pulse A metallic beat that
echoes in the concrete street A dry attack,
a rapid decay Chipping all the soft away This resonant clang,
this frequency Is the only truth that's
speaking to me My iron pulse Pulse,
pulse,
pulse,
pulse,
pulse A single event,
isolated pure A foundation that will
endure Stripped of all the extra sound
This solid ground I'm found