Silvertongue - The Grind Lyrics

Have we run afflicted by our days?
Into a violent, fragile, desperate haze
The Grind is maddening
A final resting place
Oh the end has come
It makes me think of everyone
That I've let go
And never had the chance to say goodbye to
But isn't that the way that life goes?
Destructive
Yet we're so reluctant to find life
Oh the end has come
It makes me think of everyone
That I've let go
And never had the chance to say goodbye to
But isn't that the way that life goes?
It makes you scream
It makes you bleed
So much to deal
And hate to feel
This life
The Grind
Inside
Freedom and solace and you'll finally come to know
Alive, arrived to the life you've always, always hoped for