Anguish lyrics

Daily pains that greet

Every morning born anew

Brought on before its time

Sour like early unripe fruit

The passing of the days

And passing of friends

Hangs over, a marisma

Foul and decadent

What purpose to find

To maintain a worn path

That in the end

Discovering, leads nowhere

Trudge, to trudge on

Fighting the good fight

Staying to the end

Realizing the plot

• Artist:Ww Ww