Flour Mill Fisticuffs (feat. Alvinaya/Ivanor)

Flour's flying fingers pointing Who's to blame for all disjointing Packing says it's milling's dust Operations lost their trust Warehouse whispers secrets loud Commercials in a clouded shroud Management in chaos screams Chasing down those customer dreams Blame game on a midnight shift Who's the grifter who's the gift Fists of flour punch the night In the mill we're born to fight Milling shrugs it's not our load Packing grumbles ready to explode Operations digs a trench Commercial's got a sneaky quench Warehouse stacked like spinning tales Management's face growing pale Chaos in the flour mill air Finger-pointing everywhere Flour mill fables we all write In the shadows of the night Operations tumble down Commercials wear a twisted crown