| Grindstone |
|---|
| struggling more and more, with every day that passes |
| life piled fucking high, buried under dying hope |
| the weight of this Time is paralyzing to all |
| now we can be lifted when we find the snow |
| buried no more under hope |
| when the burden returns to our backs |
| coming down, grinding and sweating |
| anticipating a broken fucking neck |
