my breath has stopped at 5 in the morning
a calm that spreads before the storming
biting my nails at emergency exits
tell me where is tomorrow?
the day [bad word] #33; 

the night won't let us see the sun
the rain will last till the next millennium
I hate to say both are here to stay in this world we share

still it's not odd in the slightest
you're walking half-asleep and you're tripping like this
I'm not one to criticize it, even if I care

play alone in your fantasy
ashamed to show the things that you're imagining,
what do you see?

the maze is twisting, ever twisting 
do you plan to see what you're missing
the sound of a bell from a tiny adventurer 
signals a new beginning
are you sure that you're not shaking?
such uncertain roads you're taking
every step that you take it is changing you
where is tomorrow?
the day [bad word] #33;

some of them will never really get it
some of them will say they do but they're pretending
I hate to say both are here to stay in this world we share

the world has not been heaven-sent
the world is not in [bad word] just yet
existing in between, a silver lining there

the cards will show what tomorrow brings
the wind will blow; the future it is carrying
what will it be?

~

you know you want to keep on believing 
what your open eyes have been seeing 
as you cower long before the dawn
all your darkest nightmares have [bad word] [bad word] 
so cry on, cry on

real survivors, strength undying
stabbing backs and always lying
those who survive till the end are the winners
fairness is just an illusion
secret hunter, creeping toward you
worldly whispers, tries to warn you
sharpening claws on emergency exits
tell me where is tomorrow?
the day [bad word] #33;