Day 3 (2020). Lyrics by Dan Zlotnick

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I’m skipping stones and making clones

Of the demons that haunt my past

I gave them bread, I made their bed,

And now they’re here to last

And when they wake, they’ll surely make 

A monster out of who I am

I say goodnight, I turn out the lights, I’m doing the best that I can

 

What is there to gain by taking all the blame?‘

'Cause there ain’t no parole on my pain

It’s all just part of the game

 

Over tea, eggs, and toast

I talk with the demon who haunts me the most

He’s not so bad, he’s just doing his job

So I can’t really ask him to stop

He says it’s okay, that it’s not my fault

That I can still be and have the things that I want

What if we turned our demons to friends?

We just might feel human again

 

What is there to gain by taking all the blame?‘

'Cause there ain’t no parole on my pain

It’s all just part of the game

What is there to gain by taking all the blame?

‘Cause there ain’t no parole on my pain

It’s all just part of the game

No there ain’t no parole on our pain

It’s all just part of the game