Lyrics
Smoke & Mirrors (What does tommarow Bring?)
Lifes illusions, complex and confusing.
Thinking our futute we're choosing. so why are we using
this sense of sorrow? because The events of tomarrow
are cast behind clouds of smoke, and off this smoke we will choke,
as It stays hidden from our eyes,
in disguise until we realize we are not invincible.
but in this room full of mirrors, the minds eye is blinded by a fear,
as we search for the one mirror with a reflection clearer.
and even when we think it's near, it disappears
To reappear in another location. This is our vocation, in life,
chasing dreams to survive, by any means stay alive.
Save your tears to cry, another day. Cause Everything here is gonna be OK
Life's a roller coaster of suprises that we go through,
so roll open your eyes, to realize what life shows you,
so you're in a bad mood, attatched with an attitude,
divided into pieces just to find what it is added to.
Everyone's not mad at you, in these lies you reside,
so you try to think it through, but with these lies you confide.
You hop in your ride, to get away from it all,
to drown all your sorrow with a bottle of alcohol.
Who knows what tomarrow will bring?
Maybe sunshine, maybe rain, hopefully not another hurricane.
Though there's always gonna be the pain and the suffering,
mothers are still gonna cry for their lost seedling.
No longer breathing, they departed this earth,
but we kept on believing, ever since their birth.
Proving our worth,while Asking is it worth this?
hoping that it works, while thinking that it's worthless,
We work this 9-5 to survive, just to stay alive,
we strive for the hunger to feed the diet of the drive.
That life seems to consume, so this role we assume,
no longer are we protected and connected to the womb.
We're on our own alone, on the resting bed we lie on,
always looking for an open shoulder to cry on,
So where is Mt. Zion, with that famed iron lion,
Through dreams i'm trying, I hope Marley wasn't lyin'.
It's this heavenly, melody, that's telling me, what i should see, cutting on me,
but it's not me, truly. cause it's not who I am, so i do what I can,
prove it again and again, until the end of the end, when then
I can finally breath and finally see,
Finally I know what tomarrow will bring.
Not sun not rain, not even that hurricane.
No longer is the strain, placed upon my brain.
Driving me insane, So that I need a release.
From all the strain on my shoulders pushing me on my knees.
But I peiced the puzzle peices together, made it better,
On this final frontier I forecasted good weather.
Cause never again, will I fall to the hand,
the hand of the man that's holding life's plan.
This simple minded man, that we've come to know as fate.
To corrupt our mind state, until we set it straight.
That the key to tomarrow fits in the door of today,
it's the key to our sorrow, that is stored away.
Live everyday to fullest, take in all you can,
forget about tomarrow and Fates little plan.
Be the better man and take control of your life,
make your own plan to keep yourself alive,
Cause We will never cry and never choke on our tears.
As long as we try to see though the smoke and mirrors.
