Faithful of the Grind Songtext
von Slow Goat

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 smolder 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