Sunday Silence Lyrics

Why do I hate Sunday

Hanging in the clouds

Sordid and receded

And wrapped up in this shroud

Suffer all your evil

In temples underground

You never were believers

That silence makes a sound

Just watch the bodies floatin

Out on the open ocean

We couldn't save ourselves

We're taken by the swells

Silence, it's the only thing that's real

Sorrow, it's the only thing that's real

Silence, it's the only thing that's real

Silence, it's the only thing I feel