This track is about the way routine can drive us crazy, and stepping up for whatever motivates you, may it be love, family, friends, or yourself.
lyrics
You'd think this daily grind,
Would feel like cruise control,
But no, it kicks and winds,
Just like a mechanical bull,
So drunk before I mount,
The bar begins to spin,
My time, I cannot count,
I've lost my grip again,
Onward making rent,
At least I have a home,
Where free time is awkwardly spent,
Immersed in my iPhone,
My art is goes to waste,
My mind is a black hole,
My heart has been replaced,
By a broken mechanical bull
(One day soon, We'll all feel happier,
Everyone says: One day soon, we'll all feel happier,
But everyone feel less in tune. We all feel crappier.)
I'll be the harder worker now,
I'll be the answer to your 'how?'
I'll be the gas that fuels your plow
I'll be the grass that feeds your cows
I'll be the sweat upon your brow
I'll be the cradle on your bough
The more I start to write,
The better my head feels,
And singing this tonight,
I know it's no ordeal,
To see it as a whole,
I'll take it on the chin
The kicking of the bull,
I've found my grip again,
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