[male
vocals] (
Slow,
steady
percussion
fade
in)
Yeah,
sometimes
you
build
something
strong
But
the
pieces
just
don't
fit
the
way
they
used
to
I’
m
Waliu
Ipoola,
and
this
is
my
truth
I
spend
my
days
measuring
the
frames
of
our
lives
Cutting
through
the
metal,
trying
to
keep
the
structure
alive
Aluminum
sliding
doors,
the
way
I
hold
the
frame
Every
window
I
install,
I’
m
whispering
your
name
Projected
windows
looking
out
at
where
we
used
to
be
I
crafted
every
corner,
but
I
couldn't
craft
you
for
me
Swing
doors
opening
wide,
but
they
only
lead
to
ghosts
Of
all
the
things
we
promised,
I
miss
the
simple
things
the
most
Oh
Waliu
Ipoola,
the
master
of
the
craft
But
even
the
best
fabricator
can’
t
fix
a
heart
that’
s
smashed
From
hanging
doors
to
electric
fence
wire
lines
I
built
a
fortress,
but
I
couldn't
stop
the
decline
Yeah,
I’
m
the
plug
for
the
industry,
the
best
that
you
can
find
But
I’
m
just
a
man
with
a
broken
soul,
searching
for
peace
of
mind
I’
m
working
on
the
bus
windows,
watching
the
city
drive
away
Reflections
in
the
glass
remind
me
of
every
yesterday
Show
glass
cases,
crystal
clear,
showing
off
the
pain
I’
m
the
aluminum
king,
but
I’
m
standing
in
the
rain
Electric
fence
buzzing,
a
wall
to
keep
the
world
apart
But
it
can’
t
stop
the
memory
of
you
from
tearing
through
my
heart
I
give
you
the
best,
the
precision
that
you
need
But
while
I’
m
fixing
up
the
structure,
I’
m
waiting
for
the
heart
to
bleed
Oh
Waliu
Ipoola,
the
master
of
the
craft
But
even
the
best
fabricator
can’
t
fix
a
heart
that’
s
smashed
From
hanging
doors
to
electric
fence
wire
lines
I
built
a
fortress,
but
I
couldn't
stop
the
decline
Yeah,
I’
m
the
plug
for
the
industry,
the
best
that
you
can
find
But
I’
m
just
a
man
with
a
broken
soul,
searching
for
peace
of
mind
It’
s
cold
steel
against
the
heat
of
my
regrets
Every
job
is
a
lesson
that
I
haven’
t
learned
quite
yet
If
I
could
fabricate
a
bridge
back
to
your
side
I’
d
use
the
finest
aluminum,
nowhere
left
to
hide
But
the
blueprints
are
faded,
the
ink
is
running
thin
And
I’
m
just
waiting
for
the
fabrication
to
begin
again
Oh
Waliu
Ipoola,
the
master
of
the
craft
But
even
the
best
fabricator
can’
t
fix
a
heart
that’
s
smashed
From
hanging
doors
to
electric
fence
wire
lines
I
built
a
fortress,
but
I
couldn't
stop
the
decline
Yeah,
I’
m
the
plug
for
the
industry,
the
best
that
you
can
find
But
I’
m
just
a
man
with
a
broken
soul,
searching
for
peace
of
mind
Let
me
be
your
plug,
yeah,
I’
ll
get
the
job
done
right
Aluminum
dreams
in
the
middle
of
the
lonely
night
Waliu
Ipoola,
the
best,
you’
ll
never
regret
the
choice
Just
listening
to
the
echo
of
my
own
tired
voice (
Fade
out
with
soft,
muted
percussion)