Lost transmissions sent straight from my heart
Choked to death by my tongue

I'm drowning out distress signals with guilt
I'm not the one you'll come to trust until

Sunday, where did you come from? Someday, where did you go?
I waste my time on pointless things that tear apart my skull

I'm drowning out distress signals with guilt?
A pessimist with optimistic intent

Hurts to wake up, plans to break off people to ignore
I plan to take up where I left off
Burning hopes in hell


Lyrics submitted by punk-gurl22

I Hate Your Guts, Sunday song meanings
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