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