Dead Tomorrow - Daniel Graves, Aesthetic Perfection, Bruderschaft

We close our eyes

We play the game

We hit ourselves

We give the chase

We hear the words

Sing without believing

Burn red like fire

Sorrows of lost time

We’ll drink

To a dead tomorrow

It’s so quiet

I can barely hear

We close our eyes

We play the game

We hit ourselves

We give the chase

We hear the words

Sing without believing

Burn red like fire

Sorrows of lost time

We’ll mute the birds

Calling to the ocean

Dust carries you

Right above the crime

We’ll drink

To a dead tomorrow

It’s so quiet

I can barely hear

We’ll sink

Like stones beneath the water

It’s so violent

That I can’t even fear

So praised

So lost

So praised

So lost

So praised

So lost

So praised

So lost

So praised

So lost

So praised

So lost

So praised

So lost

We’ll drink

To a dead tomorrow

It’s so quiet

I can barely hear

We’ll sink

Like stones beneath the water

It’s so violent

That I can’t even fear

We’ll drink

To a dead tomorrow

It’s so quiet

I can barely hear

We’ll sink

Like stones beneath the water

It’s so violent

That I can’t even fear

We close our eyes

We play the game

We hit ourselves

We give the chase