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Old Black Sunday (Vladimirs)

It's so painful to see with brand new eyes When all that is known reveals it's lies And the guard at the door is some prophet with frozen tears Always following fear not the truth Wearing a mask or twoPromising another old black sunday There's creatures outside closing in And they're wondering when All the captives inside will dream of the light And if and how it can dim For they took the savior of the one's in this forlorn place And they've stolen his face for their own And hid theirs in shadows Sworn to bring another old black Sunday to you The living dead gather in stained glass tomb Penance for impending doom And they go on living their lives depraved Because once a week they are saved And the man in the river Screaming on about gods plans Well they chopped off his head just to prove If not to poison the root that Only they could bring an old black Sunday to you And I feel undone And I feel unlovedAnd I know no one And I feel enslaved And I fell unsaved And I see the change Because I can see these chains And they're on Still Closed And with the passing of time They seem to grow invisible to Everyone else alive And I won't crawl And if that is the cause Than everything is worse than death I'd rather be left lost And they're on Still Closed And with the passing of time They seem to grow invisible to Everyone else aliveAnd I won't crawl And if that is the cause Than everything is worse than death I'd rather be left lost And I feel undone And I feel unlovedAnd I know no one And I feel enslaved And I fell unsaved And I can see the change Because I can feel these chains It's so painful to feel with a brand new mind When something innocent inside has died And all that was cherished The things that matter most Are now withering ghosts that they slew The raped remaining few Never to spend another old black Sunday with you