Prayer of Smoke

What do they know
 Of grit and taming fire
 With lily-white hands and eyes
 With no desire
 To see this life as more than waiting on another
 How can they know where power lies?
 You hear the scream
 Of metal that's as good as your name
 The spinning wheels
 You swear that they all say the same
 And in the heat
 That most would jump just to escape
 You stay to see the devil without a shape
 So here I am
 With twisted fingers forming a prayer
 From steel and smoke
 My message it hangs in the air
 My burning lungs may never sing
 But are my witness
 To what no human words can ever express
 My word my bind
 Pin pulled, straight line
 My task, clear mind
 Won't fall down now
 Lower your head
 They say
 Go where you're led
 Don't stray
 I put my faith
 In this feeling of freedom
 Each day mine
 I'll shut my eyes
 Under silent skies
 I'll shut my eyes
 Guilty and pure wander blind
 Believing we are blessed
 And in our bodies confined
 Are numb to consequence
 In what we trust as our guide
 We find our final test
 As salt or seed is how we'll rest
 Can it be wrong
 To listen to the calm in your head?
 To value work
 For which we know we were meant?
 To not sit back
 And wait on hollow bonds to be done
 Or given bread from the barrel of a gun?
 My word always my bind
 With my pin pulled kick the straight line
 It's in my task I'm of a clear mind
 Off like a shot
 Pushed hard as she got
 They'll hear me coming
 Lower your head
 They say
 Go where you're led
 Don't stray
 I put my faith
 In this feeling of freedom
 Each day mine
 I'll shut my eyes
 Under silent skies
 I'll shut my eyes
 Under silent skies
 I'll shut my eyes