Catholic Sunday

Catholic Sunday

And now I'm happy willing to die

but still fond of my life

this is a symbol for taking up my cross I had such

confidence in myself that day

This is art of war

I'll undoubtely be burned alive

failure makes things seem stupid

That is what I have come to

watch your heart being torn

Without staying to look behind

I'm a scoundrel ain't I?

Sucking your life blood

you shall live eternally

In my heart

I say.

It was the wound to my pride that made me fall ill

I was upon the point of killing myself a time

I like to suffer that's my role

you say

I'm going to run away

I'm going to run away

On Catholic Sunday

Watching my heart being torn

yes I wanted your tears

Watching you all the night

I'm running home now

Your eyes will follow me to the end of earth

Among the ruins

engaged at seeing my own blood flow

I'm not able to control my mind

Have been getting too full of bile

as most people do their first love

Collection of false maxims and dull commonplace

time has come to unravel the know

A clean break

I thought you had died

Is there really to find such strength in your will to

live that life

Despite your melancholic eyes

there's something wrong

inside

oh what a vile

On Catholic Sunday