Grindstone

An existential urban nightmare.

The single paints a grotesque picture of the identity-stripping social forces of the rat race. As the chorus goes; ‘Nowhere else to run or hide, everybody’s gonna burn alive’, the images created to accompany the track warp the London skyline into grotesque, angular machines painting the city as a meat processing plant.

Available on:

Spotify, Apple Music

LYRICS

Verse 1:
I got my nose
To the grindstone every day
And I grind so hard
I grind my face away
I get blood on the floor
Wherever I go
And if I grind much more
I’ll be grinding bone

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 kick me out and find someone
To put in my place

Chorus:
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

Verse 2:
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
Feels like it’s just me
Against the state
They’ve got a wooden box
Made just for me
To lie down in
For eternity

Chorus

Break:
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

Chorus

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