Sunday lyrics

Since childhood, a dilemma

A day whose very name betrays

So many the sun never saw

The clouds betrayed identity

The week's length measured

For the first is to again renew

Old habits and routines made

To endure God's obligation

Sitting silently still, listening

A penitence earned in presence

Calasthenics in celebration

Hymns of routine and relief

For one hour people are good

Their faces show earnest piety

The rest of the week debauchery

A hypocritical existence, petty

A child can see the truth still

To learn the hypocrisy of life

The mumbling voices of skeptics

Breathing in words of doubt

Since childhood, a dilemma

Growing up to wonder why

That adults lost their strength

Through spiritual sedentation