Hammer, swing down on me
Become the k**er of convictions and crush my impurities
Oh, hammer, lay down your heavy head
Carry my confessions, 'cause you know that I won't rest until the ground is made my bed
Left with an empty soul; too late to hope you'll hurt me
Made from a broken spirit, I've lost the life I never had
She crept inside my mind, where all my secrets wander
Tricked by a wicked woman; no way to get away from this
You, you better suffer it somehow
Holdin' on is never not your style, never not your style
Watch as the people knock you down
Take another kick straight to your smile
Hammer, swing down on me
Become the k**er of convictions and crush my impurities
Oh, hammer, lay down your heavy head
Carry my confessions, 'cause you know that I won't rest until the ground is made my bed
I tried to tame her ways; make this a life worth living
Just like a wolf in sheepskin, she had a lion's attitude
Her ranks enjoyed the ride; their fangs became my best friends
Surrounded by an army who only want to waste your flesh
You, you better suffer it somehow
Holdin' on is never not your style, never not your style
Watch as the people knock you down
Take another kick straight to your smile
Hammer, swing down on me
Become the k**er of convictions and crush my impurities
Oh, hammer, lay down your heavy head
Carry my confessions, 'cause you know that I won't rest until the ground is made my bed