Slave To The Grind (Live)-Sebastian Bach

You got me forced to crack my lids in two I'm still stuck inside this rubber room I gotta punch the clock that leads the blind I'm just another gear in the assembly line - oh no The noose gets tighter around my throat But I ain't at the end of my rope Won't be the one left behind Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind A routine injection, a lethal dose But my day in the sun ain't even close There's no need to waste your prayers on me You better mark my words 'cause I'm history Yes indeed You might beg for mercy to get by But I'd rather tear this thorn from my side Won't be the one left behind Can't be a king of the world If you're slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Swallow their daggers by turning their trick Tore my intentions apart brick by brick I'm sick of the jive, talk verbal insecticide TOKYO! Swallowed their daggers by turning their trick Tore my intentions apart brick by brick I'm sick of the jive, you talk verbal insecticide I won't be the one left behind Can't be king of the world If you're slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime Can't be a king of the world If you're slave to the grind Slave to the grind Slave to the grind Slave to the grind Tokyo! Tokyo!