Teeth On The Grind - Levi Stoker

The sunrise is a hammer

hitting the cold and iron rail

And I'm the only ghost left standing

outside the county jail

The wind is full of gravel

and the rain is full of grit

But I haven't found a mountain

that has broken me just yet

My knuckles are white

my boots are thin as glass

Watching every lucky man

and every shadow pass

They tell me to surrender

they tell me to be kind

But they don't know the friction

of the teeth on the grind

Oh I'm biting down hard

I'm keeping my teeth on the grind

leaving every doubt

and every demon far behind

You can stretch the wire tight

until the silver starts to snap

But you're never going to catch

this spirit in your trap

Yeah the jaw is locked in place

and the wheel is made of stone

I'm carving out a kingdom

in the marrow and the bone

One more mile, one more mountain

I've got to climb

with my teeth on the grind

I got the taste of caliber

and the scent of burning oil

from a thousand lonesome midnights

spitting heavy handed toil

The world wants me to smile

while they take the ground away

But I'm saving all my mercy

for a different kind of day

I'm a master of the pressure

I'm a brother to the ache

I'm the only piece of timber

that the winter couldn't break

So go on and add the weight

go on and tighten up the vice

I've already paid my entry

and I've already paid the price

So I'm biting down hard

I'm keeping my teeth on the grind

leaving every doubt

and every demon far behind

You can stretch the wire tight

until the silver starts to snap

But you're never going to catch

this spirit in your trap

Yeah the jaw is locked in place

and the wheel is made of stone

I'm carving out a kingdom

in the marrow and the bone

One more mile, one more mountain

I've got to climb

with my teeth on the grind

Still biting

Never letting go

teeth on the grind

I'm the darkness

I'm the light

I ain't letting go

Yeah I'm biting down hard

I'm keeping my teeth on the grind

leaving every doubt

and every demon far behind

You can stretch the wire tight

until the silver starts to snap

But you're never going to catch

this spirit in your trap

Yeah the jaw is locked in place

and the wheel is made of stone

I'm carving out a kingdom

in the marrow and the bone

One more mile, one more mountain

I've got to climb

with my teeth on the grind

Still biting

Never letting go

teeth on the grind