Текст песни The Grind of Souls

Grey cities, shadows in the cold Empty hands, eyes on the floor Life's heavy burden, no direction to hold The machine keeps turning, without remorse Grinding down dreams, that's the harsh curse Voices silenced, behind the walls Truth locked away, in shadowed hauls Behind the headlines, the king is the gold To convince us the pain is just a tale told The grind won't stop, it crushes us with might Like leeches sucking, draining our blood Stealing our hope, planting more blight The grind won't stop, how long, oh Lord? Golden palaces, royal feasts they crave While the people toil, for scraps they save It's the law of the jungle, the strong survive The people left alone, just to barely strive Fighting a war with what they hold Against those should protect them from cold Voices silenced, behind the walls Truth locked away, in shadowed hauls Behind the headlines, the king is the gold To convince us the pain is just a tale told The grind won't stop, it crushes us with might Like leeches sucking, draining our blood Stealing our hope, planting more blight The grind won't stop, how long, oh Lord? In empty pockets, the rage lies deep Old ghosts are haunting, secrets they keep I want to live, I will for sure Keep my mind, from the Grind of souls