Tomorrow Burns
F-Minus
Out in the distance, In the cold dark night, I see a fire burning, Growing bright. No tomorrow. Burn it fucking down. When the cities of men Come tumbling down The roaches and the lepers Will spare the crown.
Out in the distance, In the cold dark night, I see a fire burning, Growing bright. No tomorrow. Burn it fucking down. When the cities of men Come tumbling down The roaches and the lepers Will spare the crown.