Text: Everyday Sunday. Sleeper.

The seas overtaken with fire, men giving into their own desires.
The world wrapped up in itself, not even noticing truly what is wealth.
And I don??° know what to do.
And I??¦ waiting for you.
Wake up O sleeper, rise from the dead and Christ will shine on you.
Lay there no longer it??? time to arise and never go back through.
Scared of the thoughts, the way you??®e in, wanting to get out of this sin.
You look around and just feel walls, and can??° get out of this eternal crawl.

And I don??° know what to do.
And I??¦ waiting for You?