Tomorrow's Funeral
If you could see inside my soul,
Would you like what you see?
I look at myself and know
This isn't how it should be
Tomorrow is just another day
Just like the one before
I stumble and fall
As they each cast the first stone
I follow this trail of blood
Leading myself back home
Tomorrow's funeral started back in eighty three
Just another long sermon
Of how things in life should be
The choir boy lights another candle
Without realizing this is where joy ends
So much more than he could ever handle
He never knew this is where it begins
Tomorrow's heart failure
My permission to lead into the after life
Death after life, I've lost my composure
Decomposing everything they said.
I'd do anything just to start over
Another dead man's ballet on his death-bed.
Torn apart by an artifical sadness
I've done all I can do
Tomorrow, I'll give in to the madness