Those days… Those unfit days.
They get even the best of us.
Where the sun shines,

But there’s no light
Nothing to brighten you up
Nothing to make it seem bearable.

Those days… Those grinding days
They get even the best of us.
Where a minute is an hour and an hour is eternity,
Where the second doesn’t exist.
Time is just there to grind you away.

Those days… Those towering days
They get even the best of us.
When you feel stuck,
No movement at all.
You just want to scream enough!
And call everyone’s bluff.

Those days… Those numeral days.
They get even the best of us.
Oh yes, they get even the best of us.