Текст песни Grind - Garrett Smith

Sociopathic pathos
Guiding no one to their sleep
And the art behind the veil of statues
Dreaming while they weep
And the gray sky fills the extra winter
Colder shades of night
While I lay out as your welcome signal
Tired from the fight

So grind me down to nothing
This atmosphere is anathema
And take me to that blessed place
Where I fall down as the last
And I stay there as the least

When all was said and done last year
Who could blame my grace
From heading East to careless mountains
Humbled to their face
But I feel the weight: I did, I do now
Soaked with sacred shame
From the curse I passed on knowing deep down
That I could pass the blame

So grind me down to nothing
This atmosphere is anathema
And take me to that blessed place
Where I fall down as the last
And I stay there as the least

I keep pacing, mind keeps racing
Bare your soul and all is silent
Asking questions, seeking answers
No more now will I burden you

So grind me down to nothing
This atmosphere is anathema
And take me to that blessed place
Where I fall down as the last
And I stay there as the least