Tomorrow the silence will sleep in a golden bed
Takes to long, inside, to know why
Denied in hope, discourse of a crying
Trying to keep away from good mistakes
Life born from death, uncap for a static
Compassion striking up to hollow ends
Tomorrow the leader slips, yet never recalled to know why
Denied in hope, dying
Trying to keep away from good mistakes
Take a long bloody wine in a leveled dose
Crying out demand of bad trick over an ocean covered by passions in the covered sober interaction, govern ruining our whole lives, bend over, and bend dislike
Tasted a long wide tease in the outdoor, command the now, the vast plague, the mood in transit, a number holding the lie, great song, great to hear in mourning sorrow, great to die here
Tomorrow….tomorrow….tomorrow…
I’m asking why, not how I am inside