[Lyric] Where have all the anvils gone? (The blunt force trauma)

Preaching to the choir
Set myself on fire
To fulfil some primal desire
I’d swallow your entire
But you found a new supplier
Now i’m a one time buyer

Stalked by perpetual rug pullers
No judge, jury, just the executioner
But it’s not like, i really understood her
Juggle bunkbeds with the butcher
Who’s married to the gypsy hooker
Who drinks her coffee with no sugar

A drunken attempt to undress & impress & disguise the fact that i’m feeling dеpressed becausе i don’t know how to get it off my chest
I want to talk but someone bought and sold my voice box
Now all i’ve got is chalk and you’re jackhammers on the sidewalk

Who pulled the fire alarm?
Oh god did they cause any harm?
What i’d do to be back at the farm
Where have all the anvils gone?
Withdrawn at the break of dawn
Before i could king my pawn