Monday

Let’s say this place
It’s everything you dreamed of
People crying
People fighting
For a space in the streets, and die

Die, Die, Die, Die

Rolling like stones
Fighting for a space
That was never yours
The lights of the world turn on
And everything we see
Are your red eyes
A sad Monday reality

Ghosts haunt your sweet home
The fear will get you
Destroys your plans
Monday
Your mind will shut down
The day only ends
When the siren sounds