lyrics

Day In, Day Out

Everyday, it's all the same
Marching along
We're all pawns in this game
Stuck in a groove

OUR LIVES ARE ON REPEAT
I FEEL CAUGHT IN THE CYCLE

Going down that road again
Walking in line
We're all slaves to this world
Day in, day out

Ghosts of the past are catching up
Tomorrow will become yesterday
These days aint new to me
This life is on repeat

"What days is today?" How many times do you get that question or even ask it yourself? Some rhythm/order in your life is a great thing, but you know you crossed the line when each day starts to feel the same. When it starts to feel like a broken record, stuck in it's groove. 9 to 5, day in, day out. Our society is build around that cycle. I cherish the opportunity to break out of it now and then to jam with the band or got to a show or something like that. To feel alive.

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