[Intro]
Machines grinding low, mom's heart barely beats,
Factory floor echoes with broken concrete.
[Verse 1]
Midnight shift crawls, another day to survive,
Swallowing pain just to keep dreams alive.
Mom's hands scarred rough, dreams crushed and worn,
Corporate sharks circling, workers brutally torn.
These walls scream stories of struggle and rage,
Trapped in a system that won't turn the page.
[Chorus]
Punch in, bleed out (F*ck this grind),
Bodies breaking down, leaving hope behind.
Another soul crushed, barely holding on,
Factory rhythm like a merciless song.
Bleeding on concrete, crossing that line,
Life's a brutal hustle, razor-sharp and fine.
[Verse 2]
White coats floating through toxic industrial smoke,
Diagnoses lost where overtime broke.
Every breath stolen, moments we steal,
Working class nightmare feels too damn real.
Pain screaming louder than corporate control,
Grinding machinery consuming our soul.
[Bridge]
Who counts the bodies when machines don't stop?
Who sees our struggle at the bottom of this shit-heap shop?
Blood on the concrete, tears in the strain,
This system's heartless, driving us insane.
[Outro]
One more shift, hanging by a thread so thin,
Rising like hell from the shit we've been in.
Punch in, bleed out - working class war cry,
In this hungry world, we refuse to die.
Lyrical Phoenix - Punch In, Bleed Out Lyrics
Lyrical Phoenix - Punch In, Bleed Out Lyrics
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English
[Intro]
Machines grinding low, mom's heart barely beats,
Factory floor echoes with broken concrete.
[Verse 1]
Midnight shift crawls, another day to survive,
Swallowing pain just to keep dreams alive.
Mom's hands scarred rough, dreams crushed and worn,
Corporate sharks circling, workers brutally torn.
These walls scream stories of struggle and rage,
Trapped in a system that won't turn the page.
[Chorus]
Punch in, bleed out (F*ck this grind),
Bodies breaking down, leaving hope behind.
Another soul crushed, barely holding on,
Factory rhythm like a merciless song.
Bleeding on concrete, crossing that line,
Life's a brutal hustle, razor-sharp and fine.
[Verse 2]
White coats floating through toxic industrial smoke,
Diagnoses lost where overtime broke.
Every breath stolen, moments we steal,
Working class nightmare feels too damn real.
Pain screaming louder than corporate control,
Grinding machinery consuming our soul.
[Bridge]
Who counts the bodies when machines don't stop?
Who sees our struggle at the bottom of this shit-heap shop?
Blood on the concrete, tears in the strain,
This system's heartless, driving us insane.
[Outro]
One more shift, hanging by a thread so thin,
Rising like hell from the shit we've been in.
Punch in, bleed out - working class war cry,
In this hungry world, we refuse to die.
Machines grinding low, mom's heart barely beats,
Factory floor echoes with broken concrete.
[Verse 1]
Midnight shift crawls, another day to survive,
Swallowing pain just to keep dreams alive.
Mom's hands scarred rough, dreams crushed and worn,
Corporate sharks circling, workers brutally torn.
These walls scream stories of struggle and rage,
Trapped in a system that won't turn the page.
[Chorus]
Punch in, bleed out (F*ck this grind),
Bodies breaking down, leaving hope behind.
Another soul crushed, barely holding on,
Factory rhythm like a merciless song.
Bleeding on concrete, crossing that line,
Life's a brutal hustle, razor-sharp and fine.
[Verse 2]
White coats floating through toxic industrial smoke,
Diagnoses lost where overtime broke.
Every breath stolen, moments we steal,
Working class nightmare feels too damn real.
Pain screaming louder than corporate control,
Grinding machinery consuming our soul.
[Bridge]
Who counts the bodies when machines don't stop?
Who sees our struggle at the bottom of this shit-heap shop?
Blood on the concrete, tears in the strain,
This system's heartless, driving us insane.
[Outro]
One more shift, hanging by a thread so thin,
Rising like hell from the shit we've been in.
Punch in, bleed out - working class war cry,
In this hungry world, we refuse to die.
Writer: Joao Guerra
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC