A Case Of The Mondays

Feeding ourselves to the mouth of paranoia*
Wrenching our hearts from the womb of rejection
All that we feel is awaiting the inevitable
Sedation (sedation) in repetition
Tears of fatigue (fatigue) bathing deception
Fixing the problems (problems) with insecure smiles
Pretending that nothing is really the matter
Out from the darkness (darkness) our burning hearts
Are the guiding light
Painting our lies with a handshake
Mistakes forgotten but not forgiven (forgiven)
We build these walls instead of bridges
Sometimes our lives feel like a prison
A prison made of flesh and bone
Is it just another, just another case of the Mondays
The human fortress is filled with shadows
Unified by the same disease