jaded eyes and stained glass windows.
martyred beliefs and empty lies.
monotony leaves only apathy.
fake emotions are as good as lies.

the feelings that I get when I walk through the door are the kind that I abhor.
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 we 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.

it's all repetition, repressive repetition now