Wolf Nut

Stare myself dead in the grill at the start of each morning

While the clouds forming without warning, starting the storming

Other fellas bring umbrellas, I just weather the torrents

While the grim reapers are sweeping the streets up with death warrants

So Embrace the risk of opening your eyes at sunrise

Sometimes, you just gotta wield the knife and cut ties

With headphones pumping loudly on that long bus ride

Plodding and plotting as you contemplate that next enterprise

Do or die becomes a weak cliché tattooed on the arm

And the secrets you keep become another nuclear bomb

I conjure calm exteriors driven by cold calculations

And build foundations that decimate all limitations