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



Credits
Writer(s): Kenneth Curle, Alvinaya Comptain, Ivanor Comptain
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