The Daily Grind

good deeds go unanswered bad deeds go unpunished what's this world coming to when wrong is right and right is wrong who is left to play the last song losers come and winners go just to listen to the song of the crow we will all end up six feet below why can't our judgment come sooner closing your eyes will be the end fighting like there's no tomorrow tears roll down feel sorrow life has given no true friend stabbed in the back in the end so much penetration feel the pain blood running down an endless drain counting sheep but there is no sleep demonic thoughts terrorize mind simply going through the daily grind