Текст песни brujeria - 8: Each Day
brujeria - 8: Each Day слова песни
Each day I have another choiceTo try and make things rightI awake from the nightmaresAnother day closer to the graveAnd my fright is in moderationWith a personal affairIt just might be the death of meI am awareI`m not worried about tomorrowDon`t give a fuck about yesterdayTo get through this day of sorrowI must face what comes my way(each day)Each night I need some kind of releaseTo pull the trigger on my soul andBreathe through the bullet holeI need some peace before I am deceasedI want to see my world in its negative stateBecome a positive placeBy unleashing all the hate withinI`m not worried about tomorrowDon`t give a fuck about yesterdayTo get through this day of sorrowI must face what comes my way (each day)