Grey cities, shadows in the cold
Empty hands, eyes on the floor
Life's heavy burden, no direction to hold
The machine keeps turning, without remorse
Grinding down dreams, that's the harsh curse

Voices silenced, behind the walls
Truth locked away, in shadowed hauls
Behind the headlines, the king is the gold
To convince us the pain is just a tale told

The grind won't stop, it crushes us with might
Like leeches sucking, draining our blood
Stealing our hope, planting more blight
The grind won't stop, how long, oh Lord?

Golden palaces, royal feasts they crave
While the people toil, for scraps they save
It's the law of the jungle, the strong survive
The people left alone, just to barely strive
Fighting a war with what they hold
Against those should protect them from cold

Voices silenced, behind the walls
Truth locked away, in shadowed hauls
Behind the headlines, the king is the gold
To convince us the pain is just a tale told

The grind won't stop, it crushes us with might
Like leeches sucking, draining our blood
Stealing our hope, planting more blight
The grind won't stop, how long, oh Lord?

In empty pockets, the rage lies deep
Old ghosts are haunting, secrets they keep
I want to live, I will for sure
Keep my mind, from the Grind of souls