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Grind! | First Line Defense

V5.5

Teeth on the wire… Boots in the mud… Again. Concrete under fingernails Splinters in the palm of the hand They draw the lines in salt and blood Then dare us to cross where the bodies stand Flags on fire in the square Smoke curls like a question mark Children learn the price of bread By the weight of their father’s heart They smile while they load the scale We pay in skin, they count in gold **Grind!** Bones for the engine, meat for the wheel **Grind!** Every empire eats its own **Grind!** They pit the left against the right While the banks grow fat on the fight Money talks in the language of war Survival screams and nothing more Humanity crawls on the killing floor **Nothing more… nothing more…** Screens flicker in every room Numbers climb while the babies cough They sell tomorrow for today’s gain Then act surprised when the lights go off Same speech, different mouth Same war, different name The wheel turns on rust and teeth And history laughs at the game **Grind!** Bones for the engine, meat for the wheel **Grind!** Every empire eats its own **Grind!** They pit the left against the right While the banks grow fat on the fight Money talks in the language of war Survival screams and nothing more Humanity crawls on the killing floor **Nothing more… nothing more…** We swore we’d never do it again… We swore… We swore… Then sharpened the knives Polished the lies Fed the machine With our own children’s eyes **Grind!** Bones for the engine, meat for the wheel **Grind!** Every empire eats its own **Grind!** They pit the left against the right While the banks grow fat on the fight Money talks in the language of war Survival screams and nothing more Humanity crawls on the killing floor **Nothing more… nothing more…** Cities burn while the rich stay cool **Nothing more… nothing more…** They’ll plant new flags in the ashes we rule This is the song that never ends Mankind marching off the edge Teeth on the wire… Boots in the mud… Again. Again… Again…