You wake up the words inside of me
While you ask me about the day
“It’s a lazy Sunday”- I reply
No work, no games, no play
You force me with your company
While you push me through the door
“It’s a lazy Sunday” – I protest
No trips, no talks, no more
You’re being inconvenient
While you carry me outside
I stab you in the face
And leave you there to die
I told you it’s a lazy Sunday
We’re never in the same tone
You died ‘cause you don’t listen
Maybe now you’ll leave me alone
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