Benedictum Grind It
Black is the night long is the day
Feelings inside slipping away
Raise my threshold for the pain
Object of my dark disdain
Grind it
Grind it
Kicked in the teeth by what lies beneath
I thought I was blind but now I see
You were leading me down such a primrose path
Don't look back for the die is cast
Grind it
Grind it
Stabbed in the back by the knife you wield
You will never know just how it feels
Remember dark pretender
These are the terms of your surrender!
Grind it
I've got to grind it out
Grind it
I've got to grind it out
