Tomorrow I am imprisoned,
So I have hysteria today,
I don�t bleed any blood,
That cold water can�t wash away,
Tomorrow my soul will surely die
While my body is forced to live on,
What inhumanity,
Forces you to live after your soul is gone?
The tears of my youth,
Empower my ambitions for today,
There�s no point in thinking of tomorrow,
When tomorrow is where tomorrow will always stay,
I have no more cares,
I�ve found life�s true clarity,
I donated everything I owned,
And gave all my money to charity,
I lead a life of crime,
So I have no expectation of salvation,
I�m doing this not to get to heaven,
But to disgrace my souls damnation,
Tomorrow�s impurities are useless,
Unless they dictate today�s delight,
Is false hope worth the trouble,
Even if the trouble is just and right?
I have led quite a crooked life,
And although I regret it all,
That�s not the reason I�m handing out food,
And feeling ten feet tall,
Its easy if you look close,
Because then you can plainly see,
Knowing for myself that I am a good person,
Is the only way this is my first and last day that I am finally free.