
Deep Secrets
September 25, 2024
One More Day
September 27, 2024Spin Cycle
Verse
Wakin' up to the sound of that same old ring,
A zombie in the mirror, can’t feel a thing.
Grab my coat, tie my shoes, just like yesterday,
Head out the door, it’s all on replay.
Clock in, zone out, shuffle through the day,
Same tasks, different hour, not much to say.
Can’t think anymore, my brain’s on pause,
Stuck in this cycle with no cause.
Pre-Chorus
Round and round, I’m spinning in between,
My life’s become the spin cycle of a washing machine.
Rinse, repeat, the daily routine,
Trapped in this cycle, losing my dream.
Chorus
It’s the same old grind, the same old scene,
Life feels like the spin cycle of a washing machine.
Mindless motions, no end in sight,
Living the same day, every single night.
Can’t run for the door, can’t even scream,
Stuck in the spin cycle of a washing machine.
Verse
Endless meetings, talking in circles again,
Nothing really changes, no means to an end.
Chained to a desk, watching time slip away,
Waiting for Friday, though it’s all just a haze.
My thoughts are frayed like an old worn-out thread,
Dreams of escape only live in my head.
But the rinse keeps running, the cycle won’t break,
How much more of this can I take?
Pre-Chorus
Round and round, I’m spinning in between,
My life’s become the spin cycle of a washing machine.
Rinse, repeat, the daily routine,
Trapped in this cycle, losing my dream.
Chorus
It’s the same old grind, the same old scene,
Life feels like the spin cycle of a washing machine.
Mindless motions, no end in sight,
Living the same day, every single night.
Can’t run for the door, can’t even scream,
Stuck in the spin cycle of a washing machine.
Bridge
I close my eyes, dreaming of something more,
But every day, I end up back on the floor.
Maybe one day, I’ll find a way out,
But right now, I’m just spinning around in doubt.
Chorus
It’s the same old grind, the same old scene,
Life feels like the spin cycle of a washing machine.
Mindless motions, no end in sight,
Living the same day, every single night.
Can’t run for the door, can’t even scream,
Stuck in the spin cycle of a washing machine.
Outro
Round and round, I go again,
Stuck in this spin cycle, no way to win.
Can’t break free, can’t change the theme,
Just spinning in circles, losing the dream.
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Steven Gauci
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