Blue Sunday

jaded eyes and stained glass windows.

martyred beliefs and empty lies.

monotony leaves only apathy.

fake emotions are as good as lies.



And the feelings that I get

when I walk through the door

are the kind that I abhor.

And the feelings that I show

are the feelings that you give.

a facade - the life you live.



It's a blue sunday, a blue sunday,

this is what have to say.

we sit in the same place

and do the same things.

back sunday when I talked to my best friend

thought those days would never end

now time cannot amend.

you haven't been since you were a kid

because everything has changed

and it's a blue sunday



empty feelings and ritual hearts

broken smiles and dreary souls.

left in a wake of weary songs

deadened men leave only deadened lives.



And the feelings that I get

when I walk through the door

are the kind that I abhor.

And the feelings that I show

are the feelings that you give.

a facade - the life you live.



it's all repetition, repressive repetition now