this is a metal place
with rust and blood and nails
this is a metal place
with dust and mud and rails


smoke and fumes and screeching beams
water and lead leaking from the seams
wan and pale the light seems tired
slow and sad these lives are mired

this is a metal place
with rust and blood and nails
this is a metal place
with dust and mud and rails

board and tape enclose their  space
bone and skin await their fate
hand is out they have no one
tired and sore life weighs a ton

this is a metal place
with rust and blood and nails
this is a metal place
with dust and mud and rails
 
this is a metal place with wind that will whistle
the cold crystals claw the dirty ice will kill
wedged between the  cracks where no one ever cares
these leaning  to rooms with gapped open windows
one blade of grass will scream to the sky
wishing for a single moment of the sun
the fractured light is fading all too fast
watch as it drops beneath the scattered past

this is a metal place
with rope and fear and pain
this is a metal place
with hope and tears and rain