Day/Day

AngelMaker

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    Here it goes again
    Awakening in a state where I'm already feeling spent and unable to recuperate
    Torn from nirvana
    I just want to close my eyes and dream away this stress and pain I can't hold back the tide
    I know that if I just let go
    The sea of immensity will mercilessly swallow me whole
    I never asked for this life
    Born into ruin, grasping onto light

    Day after day
    Beaten, I chip away
    Toiling through vexations
    Wave after wave
    I feel like a slave
    Doomed to this constant decay

    The past piling high
    Forgotten dreams
    I left to die

    Fed such lies we swallow them whole
    Vain, bitter and vile
    Crippling my will and leaving me senseless
    Why am I aware of this?
    Stuck in a cycle ever so torturous
    Wake up
    It’s your life and only you control it
    We must free ourselves alone from our own torments

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    Sick of the patterns I have forged with my own intent and I figure
    This is all I'm ever going to be, relentlessly
    Recycling forward unto naught, all progression returns to rot
    Unable to resist the urge to slip
    A failed captain goes down with his ship

    To drown in unending days
    Hopelessly as you pray
    You drown in your petty ways, witness us wither away
    Wither away with us

    Day after day
    Beaten, I chip away
    Day after day
    Breaking my back as I dig my shallow grave I slowly rot away
    Day after day
    Forgetting to breathe
    Day after day
    Searching through sorrow
    To find a way for this strain to leave me

    Day after day
    Beaten, I chip away
    Toiling through vexations
    Wave after wave I'm feeling like a slave
    Doomed to this constant decay

    Day by day, I slave away in mediocrity
    Day by day, cultivating my anxiety
    Day by day, I waste away into obscurity
    Underneath the pressure of the fear that takes control of me

    This weight I bear breaks my legs, shatters my spine
    Empty inside
    Cycles of sickness seem to be my only form of existence

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