Day, Day
A pattern of use and a march to your grave
Day, day
Without any meaning a victory shake
Harmony high and heavy and low down
Take from my gut and send it away now
Day, day
Is where it all starts that is what you will say
But day, day
Is when I will hear of the end I am sure
Drawn into
A fire-filled room
And torn into
A harmony high and heavy and low down
Take from my gut and send it away now