Tomorrow, as I rise all will be as they intended, Black and white across my skies the magpies sure will fly Tomorrow, as I fall all will be as they intended, Bloody crosses under purple skies; the magic slowly gathering Tomorrow, in the land of addictions; they will wake me; hurting Tomorrow, in the land of searching; my fingers crossed and bleeding Tomorrow, as I rise and fall all will be as they intended, Black and white; turning grey their observations I obey
