[Intro]

[Whispered, unsettling]

"Grindin’… grindin’… my mind is… unwindin’..."

[Verse 1]
[Slow, eerie build-up]
I hear the grindstone spinning round,
Metal kisses bone with a hollow sound.
Day by day, I'm losing grip,
Each chop, each slice, another slip.

[Pre-Chorus]
And I stare at the wall, where my trophies hang,
Ribs and bones like a morbid gang,
Each a whisper, each a scream,
Feeding the edges of my dream.

[Chorus]
We don’t need no fresh inspection,
We don’t need no meat control,
No dark suits to check my section,
Butcher’s craft is in my soul…

[Background chant]
[off script]
Hey! Butcher! Leave those ribs alone!

[Creepy and heavy]

[Drop]
All in all, it's just another rib in the wall.
All in all, it's just another rib in the wall.

[Verse 2]
[Dark and introspective]
The grinder hums, it speaks to me,
Telling me secrets no one sees.
Is it madness or is it art?
When the meat and mind both fall apart.

[Bridge]
[Whispering and chaotic]
The cleaver sings a lullaby,
To the cuts that never die.
Bricks of bone and slabs of red,
Walls of silence for the dead.

[Echoed and distorted]
[Chorus]
We don’t need no regulations,
No one needs to ask me why,
Just accept the presentation,
Don’t you question how or why… 🎵

[Background chant]
Hey! Butcher! Leave those ribs alone!

[Instrumental]

[Outro]
Grindin’ my mind,
Rib by rib, wall by wall.
Till there’s nothin’ left at all…

"Just another rib in the wall…"se!)