working for the day

you ask me what I'm doing
I'm gonna tell you, son
I'm looking for salvation
and I've barely just begun
the shackles of my past
still got a hold on me
I'm working for the day
when I set myself free

I wake up every morning
with a new sense of dread
I shower, shave, and dress for work
then I crawl back into bed
I cry and I try
but trouble won't let me be
I'm working for the day
when I set myself free

          my brain is in
          the twilight zone
          reminding me of sins
          for which I can't atone
          I got memories
          that won't leave me alone
          and they're telling me
          I'm guilty, guilty

if I don't kill myself
and my instincts are good
I'm gonna get out of
this neighborhood
trouble's out to get me
but I disrespectfully disagree
I'm working for the day
when I set myself free
I'm working for the day
when I set myself free