Armored Saint - Chilled lyrics

I say goodbye to my favorite time of day Watch the sun drop and dusk fade Another two dozen hours go by And times going quicker at forty five When I was young I wanted life to go fast Always in a hurry to see what's next Maybe if I could slow time down I might shake loose this reoccurring frown Vacuum me in a deep freeze Calling a truce with this ghost that I fought And just chill with what I got Breaking it down to see where I stand It's all pretty grand Periodically I find myself pissed off Though never quite sure about which I bug caught Very few things in my life are bad Some bad sh** happens to that other half Don't want to appear that I ain't grateful It's all gravy when you terminate the bull sh** Hurdles that come up running the track Are best dealt with a calm state of attack Rest a**ured so be understood It's all pretty good Feet planted on my own holy land