Virgil (poet)
Tomorrow’s Man
God I'm gonna miss this home
'Cause I'm not gonna be here long
Watch me try to get my kicks on
Before this whole shithouse explodes
Why does everything suck me in?
How does everyone make it fit in the end?
There is nothing here
I should disappear
Am I sick or sick of myself
When will I become someone else?
Someone else
God I'm gonna miss the place
I'll find myself a brand new face, yeah
And confiscate the lies and colors
Of the whole damn human race
Why does everyone shut me out?
It's not about me
It's always about something else
There is nothing here
I could disappear
Am I sick or sick of myself?
When will I become someone else?
I'm what I've created
I hate being hated
I've waited for changes
But they never come
There is nothing here
I could disappear
Am I sick or sick of myself?
When will I become someone else?
Is this me 'cause I just can't tell
I am tomorrow's man
I am tomorrow's man
I am tomorrow's man
I am tomorrow's man
I am tomorrow's man
I am tomorrow's man
I am tomorrow's man
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