Lyrics

Stuck inside the treacherous 9-5
Wondering how I will survive
Dismayed by this bleak exchange
Of selling my health for an hourly wage

And it never ends

This grind has gotten the best of me
My mind slowly tearing at the seams
My spirits, they fall
No one can hear my calls
Trapped inside a Hellish Dream

Bureaucracy enforced by bastards
Bowing down to corporate masters
Cracking the whip on the slaves
Tantalize with the empty promise of a raise

And it never ends

This grind has gotten the best of me
My mind slowly tearing at the seams
My spirits, they fall
No one can hear my calls
Trapped inside a Hellish Dream

Work horses punished like Tantalus
Ceaseless inflation keeps us enslaved
Society withers in quiet despair
To be freed when we’re in the grave

This grind has gotten the best of me
My mind slowly tearing at the seams
My spirits, they fall
No one can hear my calls
Trapped inside a Hellish Dream