Suburban Resistance - Grinding Gears Lyrics

All you got is time
All they want is everything
Every bit of energy
Every drop of blood
Break your f*ckin' back
To earn a couple dollars
Hamster in a wheel
Carrot on a string
Living in your thoughts
Try to make it through the day
The factory is killing me
But someone's gonna pay
Drowning in a debt
I'm never getting out of
Drowning in a life
Creeping to the grave, oh no
Life is f*cking killing me
Sick of mediocrity
All these years, grinding gears
Take your f*cking small talk to the break room
And shove it up your ass
I am below, I am beyond, man
I am not a part, I am nothing
Picking up diseases
Picking up injuries
Pick my f*ckin' nose
Who's picking up the tab?
Picking at the scab and never healing
Saying lots of words that don't mean shit
Oh no
Life is f*cking killing me
Sick of mediocrity
All these years, grinding gears
Grinding gears
Grinding gears
Oh no!
Oh no!
Aaaaaaaaa Ooooo
Aaaaaaaaa Ooooo