Don't bother to think, speak or share.
Tomorrow doesn't care.
Not a glimmer of smile,
a whisper of a laugh,
to selflessly share.
Tomorrow doesn't care.

With unbound marching malice,
we're all swept away.
A scathing truth,
leaving surgical scars.

All our thoughts, dust in a sqaul.
Answering tomorrow's call.
With bow tied words,
a flash of a lier's teeth
and mind's growing small.
We will answer tomorrow's call,

With unbound marching malice,
we're all swept away.
A scathing truth,
leaving surgical scars.