The DustMan - Sunday Silence

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

Written by:
Dustin Cox

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