It's another day,
Nothing's changed
You'd think it boring
When it stays the same
Perhaps it is,
But not to me
You could call it bad,
Predictability
I get by,
With my wicked ways
I'd load up
Though I know the names
**** digging my way to hell
I'll just take the elevator
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 4:28 AM UTC
It's another day,
Nothing's changed
You'd think it boring
When it stays the same
Perhaps it is,
But not to me
You could call it bad,
Predictability
I get by,
With my wicked ways
I'd load up
Though I know the names
**** digging my way to hell
I'll just take the elevator
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