Sunday

Verse 1: Grafhic & Odd
Found me in
A pile of pills
Tell you how
That bottle feels
Picks you
Up
And grips
The wheel
T urns it till
Nothings real
(Everything you
Have is fake
Nothing but a
Time to break
Everything that
I will take
Week by
Week
I make you
Weak
Take away
Your feet
Now you feel
Defeat)
Now I feel
Defeat

Chorus: Grafhic & Atticus Scott
Everyday
All day
Kill myself
Sunday
Friday
Saturday
It all ends
Sunday

Everyday
All day
Kill myself
Sunday
Friday
Saturday
It all ends
Sunday
Sunday
Someday

Verse 2: Grafhic & Odd
Nothing left
In me
Feel my
Entity
Still so
Empty
With all the
Soul in me
(I am the
Soul you see
So damn
Holy)
Help me
Hold me
Help me
Slowly
Help
Mе
Help
Me

Chorus: Grafhic & Atticus Scott
Everyday
All day
Kill mysеlf
Sunday
Friday
Saturday
It all ends
Sunday

Everyday
All day
Kill myself
Sunday
Friday
Saturday
It all ends
Sunday
Sunday
Someday