Psycore – A Week lyrics

monday morning
is not a point in time
it's a punishment
for some forgotten crime
tuesday came
as no surprise
just to witness
my demise
wednesday made
no sense at all
spent thursday waiting
for night to fall

a week straight, a week bent
extremely unpleasant

a week came, a week went
a week spent without intent
don't know why or what it meant

friday passes
slower than a stoned snail
gave me gasses
left a slimey trail
saturday was soaked
in passive stress
in madness

in darkness
on sunday i realise
only one day remain
then i'm back
to monday again

a week meant to annoy me
a week sent to destroy me

a week lived, a week less
a week built on weakness
omnipresent pointlessness

a bleak weak is not unique
a bleak weak, not worth exploring
a bleak weak is worth ignoring
a week lame beyond boring

below depression is my norm
i've turned boredom into an artform
therefore i quit before i start
i turn boredom into art