Down in the shop
Covered in slop
Hammering over and over again
Each strike slightly altered
Pelting the walls with projectile carnage
Doomed to be repeating
Fibres cut and screaming
Slowly taking form
The head is being born
Back to the stone to drive and hone
Back to the stone
I can see the head!
Relax and let it come
Fuck! There goes the side of the nose
Hanging by sinew
Time to act, clutch and smash
I can see the head!