Grinder.
Partially drained, squeeze dried, hard to explain
Even harder to make arrangements while im caught in this daize
Rugged routine, punched in, nothing to eat
I seem to forget my lunch when i struggle with sleep
The clank of machines, old mechanics, ancient debris
Ear plugs plugged in, because safety is key
Cut resistant gloves, razor blade to the box
Ive seen lazyness lose blood, fingers shaved with an ox
Just another day on the clock, the shift changes, the numbers
To many people in this plant, photosynthesis, hunger
Were all trying to eat, be tolerant, be viable people
End of the day, we hear no see no speak no ones evils
Completely concieve rules as a way to be safe
So bend them at your will, dont complain if it breaks
Ive watched fingers get lost, dissapear, gone with the wind
Dont nobody say shit, when the lawsuit begins
Fuck it lmaooooo
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-A.bove T.he R.est
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