Dead Cat - the work of Matthew Gaffen

5/17/2012

Grindstone

I got my nose to the grindstone every day
And I'm grinding so hard I grind my face away
I leave blood on the floor wherever I go
And if I grind much more I'll be grinding bone

Oh running so hard to stay on my feet
And when I run I run to someone else's beat
When my body runs down to a slower pace
They'll throw me out and find someone to put in my place

No escape for you this time
Set the world on fire tonight
Nowhere else to run or hide
Everybody's gonna burn alive

No escape for you this time
Set the world on fire tonight
Nowhere else to run or hide
Everybody's gonna burn alive
Burn alive
Burn alive

Selling my soul just to have a home
Selling my home for another loan
Beat up, smacked down, left out in the cold
Rather get fucked up than do what I'm told

Pushing so hard on a giant weight
Feel like it's just me against the state
They've got a wooden box made just for me
To lie down in for eternity

No escape for you this time
Set the world on fire tonight
Nowhere else to run or hide
Everybody's gonna burn alive

No escape for you this time
Set the world on fire tonight
Nowhere else to run or hide
Everybody's gonna burn alive

I get blood on my hands when I use my phone
I get blood in my eyes when the TV's on
I get blood in my mouth when I start to eat
Nothing left of me but rotten meat

I get blood on my hands when I use my phone
I get blood in my eyes when the TV's on
I get blood in my mouth when I start to eat
Nothing left of me but rotten meat

No escape for you this time
Set the world on fire tonight
Nowhere else to run or hide
Everybody's gonna burn alive

No escape for you this time
Set the world on fire tonight
Nowhere else to run or hide
Everybody's gonna burn alive
Burn alive
Burn alive
Burn alive


No comments:

Post a Comment

If you leave a comment I'll feel really popular all of a sudden