Literature
Maybe Tomorrow We'll Leave
Tomorrow maybe we'll be gone,
We've had enough of this place.
After bowing down for far too long,
Every dream has lost its grace.
Kings reign over ruins.
The wolves make the law.
In every window, every showroom,
They sell fake happiness made of wood.
We're already in hell...
In hell...
In hell...
In hell...
What more do they want from us?
Even heaven gives up now,
Even God turns His eyes away.
Tomorrow maybe we'll be leaving,
A bullet will make the choice for us.
When life becomes a deadly trap,
Our existence ends on its knees.
We only wanted a little room,
A piece of sky, one summer's light.
Instead we found dead-end streets,
Tomorrows stripped of truth and light.
Kings reign over ruins.
The wolves make the law.
In every window, every showroom,
They sell fake happiness made of wood.
We're already in hell...
In hell...
In hell...
In hell...
What more do they want from us?
Even heaven gives up now,
Even God turns His eyes away.
A bullet will make the choice for us...
A bullet will make
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