Psycore A Week Lyrics

A Week Lyrics

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