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
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