Is this my automatic hell
I'm tied to this conveyor belt
The walls all look the same
And minutes drag like days
Where meaning slowly fades
And memories decay
It's a good, good day
It's a good, good day
It's a day like any other
Where you get what you get
It's a good, good day to forget
Here in my automatic hell
I'm spinning inside this empty shell
And everything comes together
To a point in space and time
The singularity
Of a bored man's mind
It's a good, good day
It's a good, good day
It's a day like any other
Where you get what you get
It's a good, good day to forget
It's such a good, good day
It's a good, good day
It's a day like any other
Where you get what you get
It's a day like any other
Where you get what you get
It's a good, good day
Day
Day
