Brujeria - 8: Each Day Lyrics

Each day I have another choice To try and make things right I awake from the nightmares Another day closer to the grave And my fright is in moderation With a personal affair It just might be the death of me I am aware I'm not worried about tomorrow Don't give a fuck about yesterday To get through this day of sorrow I must face what comes my way (each day) Each night I need some kind of release To pull the trigger on my soul and Breathe through the bullet hole I need some peace before I am deceased I want to see my world in its negative state Become a positive place By unleashing all the hate within I'm not worried about tomorrow Don't give a fuck about yesterday To get through this day of sorrow I must face what comes my way (each day) Brujeria Lyrics 8: Each Day Lyrics