Old Black Sunday

It's so painful to see with brand new eyes

When all that is known reveals it's lies

And the guard at the door is some prophet with frozen tears

Always following fear not the truth

Wearing a mask or twoPromising another old black sunday

There's creatures outside closing in

And they're wondering when

All the captives inside will dream of the light

And if and how it can dim

For they took the savior of the one's in this forlorn place

And they've stolen his face for their own

And hid theirs in shadows

Sworn to bring another old black Sunday to you

The living dead gather in stained glass tomb

Penance for impending doom

And they go on living their lives depraved

Because once a week they are saved

And the man in the river

Screaming on about gods plans

Well they chopped off his head just to prove

If not to poison the root that

Only they could bring an old black Sunday to you

And I feel undone

And I feel unlovedAnd I know no one

And I feel enslaved

And I fell unsaved

And I see the change

Because I can see these chains

And they're on

Still

Closed

And with the passing of time

They seem to grow invisible to

Everyone else alive

And I won't crawl

And if that is the cause

Than everything is worse than death

I'd rather be left lost

And they're on

Still

Closed

And with the passing of time

They seem to grow invisible to

Everyone else aliveAnd I won't crawl

And if that is the cause

Than everything is worse than death

I'd rather be left lost

And I feel undone

And I feel unlovedAnd I know no one

And I feel enslaved

And I fell unsaved

And I can see the change

Because I can feel these chains

It's so painful to feel with a brand new mind

When something innocent inside has died

And all that was cherished

The things that matter most

Are now withering ghosts that they slew

The raped remaining few

Never to spend another old black Sunday with you