[Verse 1]
Sundays are suicidal
Taunting me with the news
These halls are empty but
They still display the truth
There is no escape
There's no denying it
Happy endings
Never exist
[Chorus 1]
Empty my vanity
It is my only vice
It's weighing on my head
It serves as my last rites
These halls are destructing
(These walls are coming down!)
These halls are mine
[Verse 2]
Mondays are homicidal
Shooting the messenger
These halls were on fire
But the truth would not burn
There is nothing left
There's nothing left to save
My happy ending
Is a grave
[Chorus 2]
Empty my vanity
It has a costly price
It's weighing on my head
It's got me dead to rites
These halls are destructing
(These walls are coming down!)
These halls are mine
[Outro]
These halls are mine