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
