Too Much OT (Except for Mr. Fudd) (feat. Alvinaya/Ivanor)

Wheels keep turning grinding grain all day Sunrise to sunset no time to play Mr. Fudd loves overtime that's his way But we're burning out we just fade away Weekends come and go we're still here Long weekends are dreams that disappear Day by day the cycle's clear Chasing peace just beyond near Grinding down in the flour mill Dreaming of a time we can stand still Mr. Fudd's pockets always full While our spirits take the constant pull Early mornings into nights so late Never see the dawn just face our fate While he counts the overtime we hate We long for a moment where we vacate Hands are calloused hearts are tough Life in the mill it's more than rough Hoping for a break but it's never enough We're just drifting through this grinding stuff Grinding down in the flour mill Dreaming of a time we can stand still Mr. Fudd's pockets always full While our spirits take the constant pull