E-MUTE No Tomorrow

No Tomorrow

Oh who can see those colors
At the end of this wrecked voyage
Tomorrow might be late
All the light might just fade away
Nobody else can see the soul that lives in you
Nobody else can see the time you spend with you

Chorus:
All you do is selling time, but that feeds your sorrow
With no remorse and no tomorrow
Time just pass and you don’t care, but is it real?
Or just a deal with no tomorrow

Answers are all vague its a matter,
A matter of a fallen Ego
Its night out, its day out
Does it matter if you cant just live it?