Grind

• Alice In Chains
• Music Bank

In the darkest hole, you’d be well advised

Not to plan my funeral ‘fore the body dies, yeah

Come the morning light, it’s a see-through show

What you may have heard and what you think you know, yeah

Let the sun never blind your eyes

Let me sleep so my teeth won’t grind

Hear a sound from a voice inside

Sure you play your part, so you love the game

And in truth your lies become one and same, yeah

I could set you free, rather hear the sound

Of your body breaking as I take you down, yeah