Sunday Vibes Lyrics

Always the same, nothing to gain

This whole life is simply a pain

I hate my work, with passion I do

I can't stand the whole crew

The simple tasks, the boring routine

And even the food in the cantine

I want to quit it, that I want

But money issues are on the haunt

I want to scream F[censored] you!

With all my heart

But it's something I can't do

I have to play my part

Monday morning, I want to quit

Don't want to get again to all this [censored]

Tuesday evening don't want to sleep

I know on wednesday again I have to play the sheep

Thursday noon and my mind does steady

Friday soon for the weekend I'm ready!

I hate my work, I hate to do it

I have no choice, don't want to blew it

On sunday nights it becomes clear

The start of a new week does draw near

The evening already is in ruins

And in my head all the same questions

Why is the weekend always short

Why is work breaking my comfort

What must I do to be able to quit

Why don't I seem to be able to fit

Monday morning, I want to quit

Don't want to get again to all this [censored]

Tuesday evening don't want to sleep

I know on wednesday again I have to play the sheep

Thursday noon and my mind does steady

Friday soon for the weekend I'm ready!

I hate my work, I hate to do it

I have no choice, don't want to blew it

Is there a way out? I start to wonder,

Is this life nothing but thunder?

Dreams in chains, hopes cast aside,

Just another cog in the wheel's grind.

Day in, day out, it's all the same,

Life slipping by in this endless game.

I wish I could break free, just go,

But where would I end up, I don't know.

I want to break it, leave it behind,

Forget the grind, reclaim my mind!

I'm done with silence, done with lies—

But fear holds me still, it paralyzes.

Monday morning, I want to quit,

Living through each endless hit.

Tuesday evening, I lie awake,

Another cycle I cannot break.

Thursday noon, mind on the brink,

Friday evening—the only drink.

I hate this work, I hate the game,

Locked in a world that has no name.

This can't be all, it can't be right,

A battle I lose every night.

My dreams decay, my hope's a ghost—

In this machine, I am a ghost.