Dead Emperors - The Grind Lyrics

Don't shed a light
They'll poach your flame
And grind you down
Till you're one and the same

Smoke and Mirrors
Snakes in the grass
New victims for pleasure
We give them what they ask

The weak cast aside
Marched out in lines
Laid upon the ground
Feel the boot the grinds

Blood on your hands
Death in you eyes
Let the hammer fall
And they'll fall in line
Blood on your hands
Stains on your mind
It'll come back to you
All in good time

Paint them as strange
Cast them as liars
Those upon the ground
Feel the boot!
The weak cast aside
Marched out in lines
Laid upon the ground
Feel the boot