• Sunday Night

I feel small
I can't do anything
Tonight it feels like I'm inviting death in
Death is calm on a Sunday night
He's also lone, so he forces me into the light

Leave, yeah I have to leave
Breathe, I can hardly breathe
Head, I can't feel my head
Bones, they are all dead

There are ways to fight the days
And there are ways to live your life through haze
It's on repeat, it's like the greatest delay
Nothing can compete with this evil day
Seems like it's here to stay
The day named Sunday

Leave, yeah I have to leave
Breathe, I can hardly breathe
Head, I can't feel my head
Bones, they are all dead