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Grind

Another day hangs like a curtain
tearing at every breath I take
Every breath, quelling anger
Every decision that I make

that I make

Passes fall, loud and crashing
landing in the dreams I make
Every sound, growing louder
Every decision turns to hate

turns to hate

Dreams are cracked like a broken mirror
Catching on the day through leaps and bounds
Aspirations are under the surface
I run myself into the ground

It's like I'm in a silent movie
Someone whispers; it's never heard
laughing, laughing at no one calling
While they say their dying words

dying words