Psycore - A Week Lyrics
monday morningis not a point in timeit's a punishmentfor some forgotten crimetuesday cameas no surprisejust to witnessmy demisewednesday madeno sense at allspent thursday waitingfor night to falla week straight, a week bentextremely unpleasanta week came, a week wenta week spent without intentdon't know why or what it meantfriday passesslower than a stoned snailgave me gassesleft a slimey trailsaturday was soakedin passive stressin madnessin darknesson sunday i realiseonly one day remainthen i'm backto monday againa week meant to annoy mea week sent to destroy mea week lived, a week lessa week built on weaknessomnipresent pointlessnessa bleak weak is not uniquea bleak weak, not worth exploringa bleak weak is worth ignoringa week lame beyond boringbelow depression is my normi've turned boredom into an artformtherefore i quit before i starti turn boredom into art
