Little Hammer — текст песни (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 favourite toy


when the world`s dead to me
in my soft ??? fortunate cushion of pins(?)
is a soldier
slicing thin(?) through(?) thin(?)
the unfortunate truth sneaking in