Old Black Sunday Lyrics - The 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