Tomorrow was yesterday, and today I found that tomorrow was the day I met him
Yesterday will be today in my eyes, but without yours I doubt myself
He was told such things, but then he was fed lies. Like an airplane
Our back were turned toward the river
You were drowning in the garbage and I heard the narration
But now we can go down
And bring it back
And maybe make it last
And maybe it could be a blast
It's over now
There's nothing left
Only a great burning that goes on and on
It won't stop at nothing, or anything
It will only keep getting fed, and fed
Our hero steps out to face the fire
We know the outcome of course
This is no Disney tale
He succumbs too, to the flames
And the burning and the burning
It consumes and it doesn't stop
For anything or for nothing