Tomorrow
Tomorrow you'll change your ways
tomorrow you'll become a new person
You'll change your life , you'll throw away everything and start anew
writing your plans on little notes , hiding them around the appartment ,
tapeing them to your mirror so you wont forget .
So you wont forget what your heart is telling you
So you wont forget this fleeting epiphany , this small glipse of premature enlightenment .
So you wont forget what your inner child is telling you ,
Deep down in your subsconsiousness , beaten and abused .
This little voice , tortured for years , rejected and forgotten ,
but still it remains , hidden in the dark crevices of your mind ,
sitting in a dark corner , arms around its legs , face buried , slowly rocking back and forth
with tears of regret and shame streaming down its face .
You have let it down so many times ,
but still , each night you make new promises , like in an abusive relationship .
You promise to change , you promise you will work it out .
And each morning , when the cold light of day shines on your disfigured face , exposing your uglyness ,
Staring back from the mirror , a face that you don't recognize .
you break your promise . Each time . Each day .
Its always the same .
And with every false promise , with every lie that you tell yourself to make you feel better in the moment ,
The little voice in your mind gets weaker and weaker while you continue to become comfortably numb .
As your brain continues to atrophy , the phases of depression become longer and longer ,
slowly swallowing what is left of your youthful , rebellious spirit .
You rip the notes from your mirror , crumble them up without even reading them and throw them in the trashcan .
Lighting up another cigarette and putting it out on your ashtray heart .
And you keep copeing .
Investing your ego into this tortured victim persona .
Just another copy .
A copy of what has already been done countless times .
A copy of your father , who was never around to teach you how to be a man .
Who got swallowed by his depression and nihilism , and you are going down the same exact path .
You chose the easy way .
And you try to rationalize it in your mind ,
you try to feel good about it , like you are unique with that mindset or some shit .
But you're not .
You're just more of the same , hazardous human waste .
Tormented , blaming yourself , hating yourself ,
becoming your own worst enemy .
but whatever , right ?
Tomorrow you'll change .
Tomorrow you'll break out of your self made prison of consumerism and addiction .
Tomorrow , tomorrow , tomorrow .
Yeah , right .
keep going down that beaten path .
Don't look behind you , don't look to the side .
Just keep on walking on the boulevard of broken dreams ,
a fate that you have chosen yourself .
Watch yourself grow old and bitter .
hating yourself more and more with each passing day .
But you enjoy it , in a sick and twisted way .
Cause its easier to accept defeat .
rebellion is too much effort .
Changing your ways is too much effort .
Its much more fun to make countless plans to change your life ,
to spout empty phrases and to lie to yourself ,
inject yourself with that dopamine rush over and over again .
letting yourself down so many times that it starts to become a part of your character .
cause you are fucking lazy .
And nothing more .
You arent special , you arent unique , you risk NOTHING .
You are a movie statistic , your are the critic of your own show ,
cause you are too weak to become an artist .
Too weak to let go , too weak to claim your humanity , too weak to make yourself happy .
You have chosen the easy , beaten path of lowest resistance .
Consumerism , instant gratification , addiction .
And your mind is completely empty , devoid of any original thought .
You have never build anyththing with your own hands ,
only consumed what others have built ,
adapted to a mindest that someone else has lived before you .
But yet you keep telling yourself that you'll change .
Its just a giant cope .
You have fed the dark side of your mind for too long .
It has gotten too strong
AND IT HAS TAKEN CONTROL OF YOUR MIND :
You are nothing more than a mere slave to your instinct .
Your own worst enemy .
Fighting yourself and hating yourself til the day
, when you finally overcome your survival instinct .
And when you're laying in that bathtub with slit wrists ,
alying on that track , waititng for the train to hit you ,
while you step of the golden ,
You fell nothing but shame and hatred .
While you're slowly falling towards that water , you'll feel nothing but regret .
But then it'll be too late .
Tomorrow , you will change .
Tomorrow you'll break the habit .
Yeah , right ...
Whistle your life away ,
comfortably ignore those thoughts of freedom .
Bute they will come back to haunt you .
There is nothing worse than regret .
growing old and watching your wasted Life flash before your eyes ,
knowing that you're are already too old to change .
Knowing , that it's too late .
Sad shit
Tomorrow you'll change your ways
tomorrow you'll become a new person
You'll change your life , you'll throw away everything and start anew
writing your plans on little notes , hiding them around the appartment ,
tapeing them to your mirror so you wont forget .
So you wont forget what your heart is telling you
So you wont forget this fleeting epiphany , this small glipse of premature enlightenment .
So you wont forget what your inner child is telling you ,
Deep down in your subsconsiousness , beaten and abused .
This little voice , tortured for years , rejected and forgotten ,
but still it remains , hidden in the dark crevices of your mind ,
sitting in a dark corner , arms around its legs , face buried , slowly rocking back and forth
with tears of regret and shame streaming down its face .
You have let it down so many times ,
but still , each night you make new promises , like in an abusive relationship .
You promise to change , you promise you will work it out .
And each morning , when the cold light of day shines on your disfigured face , exposing your uglyness ,
Staring back from the mirror , a face that you don't recognize .
you break your promise . Each time . Each day .
Its always the same .
And with every false promise , with every lie that you tell yourself to make you feel better in the moment ,
The little voice in your mind gets weaker and weaker while you continue to become comfortably numb .
As your brain continues to atrophy , the phases of depression become longer and longer ,
slowly swallowing what is left of your youthful , rebellious spirit .
You rip the notes from your mirror , crumble them up without even reading them and throw them in the trashcan .
Lighting up another cigarette and putting it out on your ashtray heart .
And you keep copeing .
Investing your ego into this tortured victim persona .
Just another copy .
A copy of what has already been done countless times .
A copy of your father , who was never around to teach you how to be a man .
Who got swallowed by his depression and nihilism , and you are going down the same exact path .
You chose the easy way .
And you try to rationalize it in your mind ,
you try to feel good about it , like you are unique with that mindset or some shit .
But you're not .
You're just more of the same , hazardous human waste .
Tormented , blaming yourself , hating yourself ,
becoming your own worst enemy .
but whatever , right ?
Tomorrow you'll change .
Tomorrow you'll break out of your self made prison of consumerism and addiction .
Tomorrow , tomorrow , tomorrow .
Yeah , right .
keep going down that beaten path .
Don't look behind you , don't look to the side .
Just keep on walking on the boulevard of broken dreams ,
a fate that you have chosen yourself .
Watch yourself grow old and bitter .
hating yourself more and more with each passing day .
But you enjoy it , in a sick and twisted way .
Cause its easier to accept defeat .
rebellion is too much effort .
Changing your ways is too much effort .
Its much more fun to make countless plans to change your life ,
to spout empty phrases and to lie to yourself ,
inject yourself with that dopamine rush over and over again .
letting yourself down so many times that it starts to become a part of your character .
cause you are fucking lazy .
And nothing more .
You arent special , you arent unique , you risk NOTHING .
You are a movie statistic , your are the critic of your own show ,
cause you are too weak to become an artist .
Too weak to let go , too weak to claim your humanity , too weak to make yourself happy .
You have chosen the easy , beaten path of lowest resistance .
Consumerism , instant gratification , addiction .
And your mind is completely empty , devoid of any original thought .
You have never build anyththing with your own hands ,
only consumed what others have built ,
adapted to a mindest that someone else has lived before you .
But yet you keep telling yourself that you'll change .
Its just a giant cope .
You have fed the dark side of your mind for too long .
It has gotten too strong
AND IT HAS TAKEN CONTROL OF YOUR MIND :
You are nothing more than a mere slave to your instinct .
Your own worst enemy .
Fighting yourself and hating yourself til the day
, when you finally overcome your survival instinct .
And when you're laying in that bathtub with slit wrists ,
alying on that track , waititng for the train to hit you ,
while you step of the golden ,
You fell nothing but shame and hatred .
While you're slowly falling towards that water , you'll feel nothing but regret .
But then it'll be too late .
Tomorrow , you will change .
Tomorrow you'll break the habit .
Yeah , right ...
Whistle your life away ,
comfortably ignore those thoughts of freedom .
Bute they will come back to haunt you .
There is nothing worse than regret .
growing old and watching your wasted Life flash before your eyes ,
knowing that you're are already too old to change .
Knowing , that it's too late .
Sad shit
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