Sunday Video (MV)

Do I hate myself
'Cause it's so hard to change
Come and take it from me
I won't give in easily
When the air coppers with violence
Inflicting pain upon ourselves
The unbearable silence
Following a thunderstorm

Chew on our emotions
Until the taste is gone
Affection
Has a half-life

Feels like everyday is Sunday
You only get what you know
And it always rains in my life
But it sure makes flowers grow

And we find satisfaction
In our intertwined flesh
Like lightnings birthing fire
Or bodies in a car crash
And all is hunky-dory
But nothing seems to be fun
It might be my depression
Or the routine? Well, I'm not sure

Chew on our emotions
Until the taste is gone
Affection
Has a half-life

Feels like everyday is Sunday
You only get what you know
And it always rains in my life
But it sure makes flowers grow