To The Grind

Regroup, clouds cover this foggy road I have smelt this early stench all too often, quikly, the light approaches, the time is near Take hold this these reins, be sane, be strong, belive me. I fucking break my back i fucking slave i work these hands all day till my fucking knuckles bleed. Mid-day the clouds dissipate the sweat now pours, pressing on and on this day will end. For weeks and weeks we work we eat, we sleep we bleed for month and month we bruise, we break, we fucking bleed. I fucking break my back I fucking slave I work these hands all day till my fucking knuckles bleed. Now, as this day comes to an end my time here seems unesapeable Just gain control, you will bleed now.