Tomorrow she was,
yesterday she'll be.
Today she's sinking away into her own sick mind,
and asks, who is me?
In there it's quiet and safe,
with a wall in the center,
the one who is empty may enter.
Take one step into that other mind,
unless meanings ans promisses
is what you will find.
And they will know you are here,
they can smell you'r fear.
Answer right and you'r fare away,
answer wrong and darkness is
where you'll forever stay.
No more tomorrows in your head,
just a thought of yesterday......
Cause, today is dead!
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To weird to live, to rare to die!
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