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