No, i can't see tomorrow when i close my eyes
there is no tomorrow, my gift is of no use
What's the horse on the shore waiting for?
See, today wears a mask, today is a shadow
today is meant to drag down, shelter and devour
today is a gift fading beforehand
today is a feast ending too early
Break: albeit unseen, albeit unveiled
there's a troublemaker
hiding heavy secrets
If i don't see tomorrow then it must be black
it's a land of sorrow full of deadened groans
tomorrow has no colors, it feels like the night
it's a pile of cinders instead of a fire
they did raze tomorrow to the ground