Faithful of the Grind Lyrics


Stand for something, stand for nothing at all

Learn to walk before you learn to crawl

Listen closely, heed your master’s call

Dig a grave and into it you'll fall

Every time

Bend your ear, hear your brother’s yell

Take up arms and give them hell

As blisters callus, they harden the shell

Build a prison and enter your cell

Serve and die

Strapping everyone to the teeth

Wielding sword without sheath

Crushing every bone that’s beneath

Terror beyond belief

Striking under cover of night

Slaughter is a God-given right

Never questioning who we should fight

Peace is a bloody plight

On and on the war machine churns

Countless bodies piled to burn

Ashes smoulder never knowing the urn

On and on

The war machine churns

Bodies piled to burn

We’ve armed the traps, any moment they’ll spring

Locked and loaded, reinforcements in the wing

Bracing for whatever happens next

Primed to kill but sent to our death

In the future, your body leaves your mind

Separate the self and feel your heart resign

Power is granted to the faithful of the grind

Is it peace or is it apathy you'll find?

Empty shell