Down in the dirt, it's hard to be clean. Filth and fury, simmer and seethe. You say I've got it good ‘cos I can breathe. Always waiting for my next hit of dopamine.
Tell me more about your perfect dream. “It's about the more you have, the less there is for me”. Tell me more about the perfect crime. “You can scream, I don't mind”. Tell me more about your perfect dream. “Everything's a zero sum, that's how I see”. Tell me more about the perfect crime. There's no escape, not this time.
Grind. There's no escape from the grind. Forever confined by this design.
I don't blame fate, it's simply hard to grow under the weight of the great unknown. We'll break our fingers to reach a plateau. And when we fall it's amusingly so.
Tell me more about the perfect crime. There's no escape. No, not this time.
Grind. There's no escape from the grind. Forever confined by this design.
You free something inside me. A fool, but a fool can dream. So I plant a seed, something to be found. Take a look, look around. Where is everyone? Flowers in the sun, cowering under the sword of Damocles. Waiting oh so patiently to cut down all the beauty,
What do we hope to find? An escape from the grind.
What do we hope to find? Way more than this.
Grind. There's no escape from the grind. Your meat's the grease for this machine. Forever confined by this design. You can scream, but you will grind.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
