The Stone Grinds

The stone grinds for the very last time.

I'm here by instinct to rectify a lost system put into

submission.

Look, I'm a grain of sand and so are you.

Don't follow footprints, you're not a tool because many

have trouble following themselves.

Because she never knew, she never know the results of

manic depression.

Because she never knew, she never knew what borderline

insanity's like.

The mind grinds into dust in fact.

It's a tragic waste in this time and place.

The mind grinds from the strength that's lacked.

But it's true that the week go out like that.

She kissed the gun

Persuading herself that it's all she wrote.

She kissed the gun.

Discovering silence misguided in fear.

Because she never knew, she never knew the results of

manic depression.

Because she never knew, she never knew what borderline

insanity's like.

Generated filth and frustration.

This time it's not homicide.

The stone grinds for the very last time.

Go!

The stone grinds for the very last time.

Six feet deep and the truth's not hard to find.

Six feet deep!

This time it's not homicide.

Six feet deep!

Fury unleashed.