Restrained I'm indentured and chained
As I watch from my tongue-tying hole
And I'm trying too hard to explain, again
Too clever, too certain too blunt
Then I seize up atonic and cold
And I'm trying too hard to explain, again
Keep it calm as I grind out for souls
Bloodless and blunted I fold
And I'm trying too hard to explain, again
Starts in fire
Starts in fire
As I grind out my fate
As I grind out my fate
Starts in fire, dies in dirt
Once my world, now just hurts
Starts in fire, dies in dirt
Doubt my words, not my heart
As I grind out my fate
As I grind out my fate