Paroles de Sunday

The chaos stay constant and sharp But the mind is a boat lost in the fog The radar show no activity in site But the warhead is armed Total self destruct, code red It's Sunday! Electric waves Nothing is more important, then to die in peace and tranquility Medicated, celebrated Nothing left, but natures treat We are gods among sheep We roam the galaxy Time and space are non existing Hangover indeed Sunday! Forever chaos and my mind is twisting Sunday! But thankfully the critical exists Come on!