[Verse 1]
You could hear a pen drop, from whichever side, whichever wall of the room that I’m stuck in
You see, I’m not good at pretending that I’m not in hell
You're good at detecting that I’m not doing too well
I never sat this still in my life I might as well sleep
Until a scam phone call wakes me again, disturbing me

[Chorus]
After five days, it’s all the same
All the same, weekends always the same
All the same, weekends always the same
Got no work in the morning, no church on Sunday, no plans with friends
I’m sleeping in

[Verse 2]
I need to hear a new voice, other than my own twelve
I have plans to escape this room which will later be shelved
Downstairs neighbors can hear that I’m not doing so well
Canceled plans again, so I can remain in hell
"One day", I would always say
Two words I've said since I was at a young age
I would be calm, but my sixth voice is starting again
Itching me

[Chorus]
All the same, weekends always the same
All the same, weekends always the same
Got no work in the morning (no job)
No church on Sunday (no God)
No plans with friends (ain't got no friends)
Guess I’m sleeping in
[Verse 3]
I would have warm visions of acceptance (open arms for you)
From reformed humans singing in unison (singing for the lord)
I could remain as I am, with my twelve voices
They’d all say hello, and receive a mutual response

[Chorus]
All the same, weekends always the same
All the same, weekends always the same
Got no work in the morning, no church on Sunday, no plans with friends
I guess I’m sleeping in
All the same, weekends always the same
All the same, weekends always the same
(I’m sleeping in
I need to hear a new voice)