I'm holding my last breath It's burning in my lungs Clenching up my eyes Bloody up my tongue Of the words that might escape Are ringing in my ears Grinds me to a pulp Grind me in the gears (And it grinds me) (And it grinds me) (And it grinds me) (And it grinds me) My frozen spirit aches I slip another day Start to lose my grip And find another way For the life that might escape Has been echoing for years It grinds me to a pulp Grind me in the gears (And it grinds me) (And it grinds me) (And it grinds me) (And it grinds me) (And it grinds me) (And it grinds me) (And it grinds me) (And it grinds me) I've seen all the faces They mirror me And I've felt the tearing Tearing of the teeth I've given up my ghosts Barely breathe your name Offer up myself Pray you'll do the same But the love that might escape Well that's our biggest fear It grinds me to a pulp And grinds me in the gears (In the gears) (And it grinds me) (And it grinds me) Grinds me in the gears (And it grinds me) (And it grinds me) (And it grinds me) ...