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Run, or stay till the end of time
No in-between the fine line that chisels hearts of steel
Move away or face your past
The roots will hold you down, fix

Bridge of God

The Pretty Things

Silk Torpedo

chisels of steel,
He carved out the wheel
To carry you high,
With nail through bone,
He laid the first stone
That crosses the sky.

Stooped to the soil,

the middle of this game
With a hammer and chisel
Carving the shape of my fate
Cold steel under my fingers
Place is packed
Razzmatazz tazz and a zing
Dutch

sight
I carve my own destiny, write my future in the night
My will the chisel, my grind the stone so cold
Sculpted myself a god, in defiance I own you

Tools of the Trade [Bonus Track]

Carcass

Necroticism: Descanting the Insalubrious

1991

Steel skin clips,
Forceps, grooved awl, retractors, needles
Gouges and saws,
Intestinal clamps, blunt dissectors,
Scalpels, pins, toothed

Tools of the Trade

Carcass

ICrusher Complete [DVD]

2008

Steel skin clips,
Forceps, grooved awl, retractors, needles
Gouges and saws,
Intestinal clamps, blunt dissectors,
Scalpels, pins, toothed

love was taking a toll on me

Tough as a steel brush to rust and a chisel to stone
Hard as a hammer to nail and a break to the bone
Hell, the list

Resurrectionists

Impaled

Death After Life

A hammer to drive the chisel in
A chisel to alter bone and skin
An algid stiff to now provide
A link to where the soul resides

That still

Perfection that can't be matched

Swing the steel to cut and carve
This foolish endeavor, bold with pride
Gouge away the drab façade
Reveal what lies beneath

clean
Since a youngin' been boomin' no bada bing
Hollywood walk, I need my star by the Bean's
Chisel bars til' they see I'm sculpting a king
Mama hold me

is the hammer
Pain is the chisel
You are the artist
Obey your master
Love your scars
Kiss your wreck
A body tells a story
You have to write it

My way, my own
My way, my own
My way, my own
My way, my own

Frank Sinatra, my path
Started back in that class
Stretched steel in my hands
Pluck

wasn't trying to get myself in the middle
I had to I break it down to everyone
They thought I was talk' n hammer and chisels

I'm the new kid on the block

environment had a rocky beginning, an argument
And honestly, why is it conflict can chisel a conscience?
Regardless of any reason for that, that's how it is, it

hammer on chisel when the stone can never trust
I sculpt a human being and I'm left with only dust
My nerves are made of steel and my tears can never trust

niggas clockin and I ain't got time fa shit yea
Keep the thizzle on ya
Cuz nighas bucking and upping they pull the chisel on ya
See ain't no real love

those
Only thing I'm concerned with is zeros
Its startin' to look like I'm the neighborhood hero
Still Low, puttin in work wit the steel toes
I'm so

for you
Leaving you I rather kill me

I am carvin wood with a blunt chisel
I am taking turns while we both kill
Making trends with a gun pointing to our

The sculptor chisels frantically
Upon his stone illusion
His trembling hands reveal the shape
A heavenly delusion
Celestial visage, streaked with

Microscopic frozen sections stained Chisel-fissioned skull evulsion of the brain  Inflammatory lesions Gangrene of the lungs Neoplasms Intestinal decay