I can't stand day We Know sunday morning It's not possible for me to This is one of days This is one of days This is one of these
I can't this day We Know it's sunday It's not possible for me to
This is one of these is one of these days This is one of days evereything is fucked up And grinding my head, my head Grinding my
I'll wait for the Between the he will provide the clarity
This is one of days is one of these days This is one of days evereything is fucked up And grinding my head, my head my head
Where did my run and hide? are the guys with lucky eyes? Where do the sleep at night? this night, How can I?
Where did my angels run and Where are the with lucky eyes? Where do the strangers at night? Sleep night, how can I?
This is one of these This is one of days is one of these days That is fucked up And my head, grinding my head my head, grinding my head Grinding my head, my head my head
I can't this day We Know sunday morning not possible for me to stay a day or a night
So I'll for the messenger the darkness he will provide the clarity Can not
This is one of days is one of these days That evereything is up And my head That evereything is up And my head evereything is fucked up And grinding my, my, Grinding my, my, Grinding my... head, head,
This is one of days