Future Idiots
Tomorrow
Who are you? I can't see through the walls.
I'm reaching for your core.
Your misery and anxiety
they struggle and deny me at the door.
Don't trust the voices in your nightmare
because the words are hollow, never follow.
Burn all the memories in the fire.
Forget the pain and sorrow, embrace tomorrow.
Ain't easy but tell me.
Help me with tearing down the walls.
What used to be is history.
The past is buried in the scars.
From Letras Mania