Grindstone

I cut enough through indecision, mustering up thinks gone intermittent

Tough but sucks sucking up covering-ups of somewhats to run off and be rested

Punch-in the clock with an uppercut, these bulbs hummin' sunken-in ambitions

Each function's not troublesome, but luggin' an encumbrance with precision

Still fun punnin' gut-busters with buddies when stuff's done and it had us listless,

Small talk bumblin' to fluff up the trudge and muffle these sluggish minutes