Diamond Day

Verse 1:

Ahhh, the smell of piss

I don't know why but you feel alive

When its half past 5 and you take a leakage

The man in the mirror looks back to speak his -

Mind - find it sane to wonder

Nothing's clearer. Why am I here?

Do I have a use or am I a number?

Did he make me when he made the thunder?

And if so why?

Who? When? How?

And why should I think this now?

And why do I need these eye ñ brows?

Cows make milk, milk is useful

We make shit that is used to kill so

What's the point of us being here!?

Hook:

It started off as a diamond day

I saw myself in a hazy way

What's the point of me in this world?

You can venture about the place

It seems shit stares you in the face

Guess sometimes you never can tell

Verse 2:

Go to unearth the answer