Grind کے بول

The ground is pulsing The pace is constant So unrelenting as the day goes forward There's no escaping It's too incessant The soulless shuffle and the crushing boredom It'll grind you down if you allow it to It'll chew you up and have its way with you The noise relentless A pounding hammer Against your psyche and it's growing stronger The blaring anger Constant frustration You can't endure this clamor for much longer It'll grind you down if you allow it to It'll chew you up and have its way with you Where is the quiet? The dulcet silence That used to punctuate this lack of order No time to wonder They can replace you You'll be discarded and thrown in the corner It'll grind you down if you allow it to It'll chew you up and have its way with you