Not much to report, it was just another day
Indentured servitude to the system he obeyed
Cyclical routine, always running, never reaching
Ever grasping at the straws of a so-called successful life
Might as well hang himself by his Windsor now
And save them the trouble of
Leeching the life from his veins one nine-to-five at a time
Beats the back-breaking assembly line
In the end, the result remains the same
A wasted shell of a man who lived his whole life a slave
Enjoyment through monetary gain
He was unable to obtain
But Danny was able to scrape enough scratch together
For an extremely precious purchase
To bring ultimate pleasure, the ultimate high
Bided his time
Found it wrapped up just for him
And inside, as a young man said, are other worlds than these
Not much to report, it was just another day
The smoke drifted upward and carried him away
Not much to report, it was just another day
The smoke drifted upward and carried Daniel away

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