One by Metallica

Empty wall

Shadows in the halls

Ghosts in the window

Chills in the home, though you left the candle burning

Wolves scratching at the back door

Goodbyes written in a letter, taped to the table

Nothing has gotten better, nothing is getting better

Past the point of painting bravely

Pushing payments that I don't have from my bank account

It can't be so bad, each according to the rule

You underestimated the superflous zeus and leda with the swan

Making due so often on the back wall, hiding behind Neptune, what is that?

You could never strike a deal as heavy as his him

When your talk is bobbed

I wish it was mine, and I wish I had the same dimes as he had well

Always thought he'd cock it up but if nothing will

We'll lock it up, but he did it right, he locked it up

I can't even touch it now

And I don't know what to do with these bones, these bones

I never had my heart, is hell a song?

Fuck your ghost town, I'm burning the house to the ground

And nothing is getting better and nothing is getting better

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Nothing is getting any better