Chip on my Shoulder, Slave to the Grind

Verse 1 The clock’s a tyrant, it calls my name, I punch the card and play their game. Sweat on my brow, but it’s never enough, I feast on the scraps while I call their bluff. Pre-Chorus Grinding gears, the machine won’t stop, I’m just another cog climbing to the top. They tighten the screws, they twist the knife, This isn’t a job; it’s stealing my life. Chorus I break my back just to stay alive, The harder I push, the more they thrive. They stack the deck, I can’t get ahead, Every promise they made was just misled. I carry the weight, but they take the gold, Leaving me worn, bitter, and cold. No escape from this mountain I climb, Chip on my Shoulder, Slave to the Grind. Verse 2 Another week gone, and what do I see? A paycheck that barely sets me free. They call it ambition, I call it theft, Taking what’s mine ‘til there’s nothing left. Pre-Chorus Grinding gears, the machine won’t slow, They thrive on the sweat I’ll never show. No way out, but I won’t stay blind, I’ll make them feel the weight of my grind. Chorus I break my back just to stay alive, The harder I push, the more they thrive. They stack the deck, I can’t get ahead, Every promise they made was just misled. I carry the weight, but they take the gold, Leaving me worn, bitter, and cold. No escape from this mountain I climb, Chip on my Shoulder, Slave to the Grind. Bridge I’m done with their lies, done being used, The anger inside me cannot be diffused. I’ll rise from these chains they made my home, And show them a fire they’ve never known. Final Chorus I break my back just to stay alive, The harder I push, the more they thrive. They stack the deck, I can’t get ahead, Every promise they made was just misled. I carry the weight, but they take the gold, Leaving me worn, bitter, and cold. No escape from this mountain I climb, Chip on my Shoulder, Slave to the Grind. Verse 1 The clock’s a tyrant, it calls my name, I punch the card and play their game. Sweat on my brow, but it’s never enough, I feast on the scraps while I call their bluff. Pre-Chorus Grinding gears, the machine won’t stop, I’m just another cog climbing to the top. They tighten the screws, they twist the knife, This isn’t a job; it’s stealing my life. Chorus I break my back just to stay alive, The harder I push, the more they thrive. They stack the deck, I can’t get ahead, Every promise they made was just misled. I carry the weight, but they take the gold, Leaving me worn, bitter, and cold. No escape from this mountain I climb, Chip on my Shoulder, Slave to the Grind. Verse