Jericho: Grind (Many Apologies to Alice In Chains)

In the darkest hole, you'd be well advised
Not to plan my funeral before the body dies

The machine called out to me. I answered the call, as a slave to a metallic master.

Come the morning light, it's a see through show
What you may have heard and what you think you know

I entered the settings and waited for the beast to come alive under me. With a start, it moved. I joined it movements, sluggish at first. The pace quickened, this was going to be a long, painful session. I deserved no less.

Let the sun never blind your eyes
Let me sleep so my teeth don't grind
Hear a sound from a voice inside

The voices slipped into my ears, wet and cold - but welcome. They are the better part of this act. I pushed on and the machine pushed back; never tiring, inhuman endurance.

Sure to play a part, so you love the game
And in truth your lies become one and same

The machine slows time, or the pain makes it seem so. But, it relentlessly moves onward. I move with the machine, although we are going nowhere.

I could set you free, rather hear the sound
Of your body breaking as I take you down

The pain is worse this time. But I deserve it. I asked for this pain. Too many years without pain got me right where I am. I entered the settings for a higher level than the last session or any session before that. I may break but I will not falter - the machine will not let me stop. The voices coax me on.

Let the sun never blind your eyes

From enclosure to enclosure. From my domicile to the vehicles to the whore pits to vehicles to the machine to my humble palette then back to the vehicles. The machine is the only part of it that makes sense - at least it's the only part that makes any sense right now. At least here, I feel .... something ...

Let me sleep so my teeth don't grind

They'll let me be, I assure myself, only when I am dead.

Hear a sound from a voice inside

The voices coax me on.

In the darkest hole, you'd be well advised
Not to plan my funeral before the body dies

Hissing, humming, banging on - the machine will never let up. I will be lucky to survive this night's work!

Let the sun never blind your eyes
Let me sleep so my teeth don't grind
Hear a sound from a voice inside

Damn, I hate going to the gym!