jaded eyes and stained glass windows.    martyred beliefs and empty lies.    monotony leaves only apathy.    fake emotions are as good as lies.       And the feelings that I get    when I walk through the door    are the kind that I abhor.    And the feelings that I show    are the feelings that you give.    a facade - the life you live.       It's a blue sunday, a blue sunday,    this is what have to say.    we sit in the same place    and do the same things.    back sunday when I talked to my best friend    thought those days would never end    now time cannot amend.    you haven't been since you were a kid    because everything has changed    and it's a blue sunday       empty feelings and ritual hearts    broken smiles and dreary souls.    left in a wake of weary songs    deadened men leave only deadened lives.       And the feelings that I get    when I walk through the door    are the kind that I abhor.    And the feelings that I show    are the feelings that you give.    a facade - the life you live.       it's all repetition, repressive repetition now