
Androgynous voice, indiscernible rhythm
Patois of a life you wish was yours
It is yours for the taking
All eternity in absolute
Just reach
As it reaches for you
//
Oh Monday
I've found you just where I left you
Stuck in the back in the dead of the night
Now I've grit in my eyes,
A cold sweat on my back
A heavy weight wrapping my chest
Pebbles spike the soles of my feet each step
A healthy depression hangs around my neck
Oh Monday
The future is of course; empty
Empty and cut to pieces
But at least I can rely on you




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