Tomorrow, if you wake up to the earth thundering below your feet
and the walls are tearing their chests, throwing open the veins of concrete
Tomorrow, if you wake up as an island, surrounded by untamed waves
that are ready to swallow your past and your dreams, everything you could have been
Tomorrow, if you wake up with a gunpoint, stuffed between you and your yawn
your voice, your rights, your hatred and love, even your mom and dad are gone
Tomorrow, if a long drive is cut short or the office never reached
Tomorrow, if I hate you is the only goodbye you'd ever get to say
Tomorrow if a dead end is the only way out and you join the queue
Would it still matter what you think of the world or the world thought of you?
and the walls are tearing their chests, throwing open the veins of concrete
Tomorrow, if you wake up as an island, surrounded by untamed waves
that are ready to swallow your past and your dreams, everything you could have been
Tomorrow, if you wake up with a gunpoint, stuffed between you and your yawn
your voice, your rights, your hatred and love, even your mom and dad are gone
Tomorrow, if a long drive is cut short or the office never reached
Tomorrow, if I hate you is the only goodbye you'd ever get to say
Tomorrow if a dead end is the only way out and you join the queue
Would it still matter what you think of the world or the world thought of you?
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