Arise & Ruin To The Grind
Regroup, clouds cover this foggy road.
I have smelt this early stench all too often.
Quickly the light approaches, the time is near.
Take hold these reins, be sane, be strong, believe me.
I f..cking break my back, I f..cking slave, I work these
hands all day till my f..cking knuckles bleed.
Mid-day the clouds dissipate, this sweat now pours.
Pressing on and on, this day will end.
For weeks and weeks we work, we eat, we sleep, we bleed.
For months and months we bruise, we break, we f..cking
bleed.
I f..cking break my back, I f..cking slave, I work these
hands all day till my f..cking knuckles bleed.
Now, as this day comes to an end my time here seems
unescapable.
Just gain control, you will bleed now.
