Speaking In Tongues - Grinding to Oblivion

Trudging my way down the beaten path
Trying to break free from this society of wrath
Look to the heavens for a sign to be saved
Decay with the masses and work till the grave

Survival for survival : have lost touch with my soul
Stare into the mirror I'm a face without a spirit
Suffering on the treadmill of life with no escape
Repressed into form and blindly to conform

Sucked into this assembly line of existence
I am not grinding to oblivion
Swimming against the current of faceless souls
I am not grinding my mind to oblivion

Blue collar pawn is this chess game of strife
Kings and queens feed out my life
Spinning my wheels in an endless sea of muck
Trying to smash the shell, I'm piss out of luck

Screaming and crawling for respectability
A peace of mind and tranquillity
Pleading and needing a calm for my brain
I don't want to be a face with no name
Closer and closer I get to my end
Jackson and Franklin are my two best friends
In this pursuit for material gain
Is it all worth it to go insane?