Tomorrow shall I go to Paris for I'm searching to find
Those who witnessed a man killed for looking behind,
He who did something to Nobody while Everyone lied
And rushed him and beat him with sticks till he died.

I'll leave tomorrow, for today the sun beams are beaming
And tomorrow is a dream I didn't know that I'd be dreaming,
Where empty streets run red with blood and thunder
Leaving me alone with time to wonder:

If yesterday was Wednesday what will its tomorrow be?
Where are the witnesses who witnessed thee
Wandering alone in thine own misery?

Where went the rain on the road where you cried?
And what of Solitude who watched as you died?
You did something to Nobody but Everyone lied...
Why?