Nineball
Текст песни Sunday

You push me down, you tell me
That you hate what I am, well I don't hate you
I'm so sick of all this fighting,
I wish that you could know this Hope,
Like I do

You think we should be like you,
You and your trendy smile, you're so wrong
I never want to be you,
You and your empty heart you're so wrong

You sit in church on Sunday
To see and to be seen, believing this world's lies,
You stand in suit and tie, say you love Jesus Christ,
Deny Him with your life,