Grind, Grind, Grind, Grind... Another Day hangs like a curtain, tearing with every breath I take Every breath (tunnelling?) under every desicion that I make, that I make Pieces fall loud and crashing, landing in the dreams I've made Every sound growing louder, indecision turns to hate, turns to hate My dreams are cracked like a broken mirror, cutting (in between the?) leaps And bounds Aspirations under the surface, I grind myself into the ground Pieces fall loud and crashing, landing in the dreams I've made Every sound growing louder, my indecision turns to hate It's like I am in a silent movie, I say my piece but it's never heard Laughing, Laughing with no recalling, wasted days and dying words My dreams are cracked like a broken mirror, cutting (in between the?) leaps And bounds Aspirations under the surface, I grind myself into the ground It's like I'm in a silent movie, I say my piece but it's never heard Laughing, Laughing with no recalling, wasted days and dying words Dying words, dying words...
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