Grind Me in the Gears - Edwin Mccain

I’m holding my last breath

It’s burning in my lungs

Clenching up my eyes

Bloody up my tongue

For the words that might escape

Are ringing in my ears

Grinds me to a pulp

Grind me in the gears

My frozen spirit aches

I slip another day

Start to lose my grip

Find another way

For the life that might escape

Has been echoing for years

Grinds me to a pulp

Grind me in the gears

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

For the love that might escape

Well that’s the biggest fear

Grinds me to a pulp

Grind me in the gears