LYRICS: Sunday [2010]

Sunday

Your decorated arms //
are bloody from the slaughter
Sedition everlong //
the season of disorder

I can feel the insects in my lungs
Crawling down inside the cyclone

The ruin of us all //
The tension and the symmetry
They’re screaming in the walls //
Abasement of her memory

You plead out with raw conviction
To crave her like a new addiction

Take me home.
Take me home.

She’s weaponising charm //
enacting retribution
The poison in her arms //
the cause and the solution

The way that you conspired;
You’re going down in fire

You’ll never understand //
the depth of her complicity
The lever’s in her hand //
the taste of electricity

You took my life on Sunday
In the fields where the dying souls pray

Take me home.
Take me home.
Take me home.
Take me home.

All the lights have changed.
All the lights have changed.
All the lights have changed...

C.C. 31/10/10