Each Day - Biohazard

Each day I have another choice too

To try and make things right

I awake from the nightmare

Another day closer to the grave

With a personal affair

And my fright is in moderation

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 day 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 became a positive

Place my 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)