A Week Lyrics & Chords By Psycore

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