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• Artiste: Sirrah
• Titre: Did Tomorrow Come...
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I wait for energy and donor But there's not much time to wait I lose my contact with reality I can't recognize my face Can't tell my eyes, my lips, my hair I don't remember any friends Oh, why nobody wants to come? Never before was I so scared Of the embraces and too small rooms Under pressure of while, cold walls I feel like I'm short of breath The atmosphere of sweat and creased bedclothes A threnody of medicine fills the air The atmosphere of sweat and creased bedclothes A threnody of medicine fills the air I push my way towards the light Through the corridors so winding and so narrow I push my way towards the light Through the corridors so winding and so narrow An old man in the gateway He offers me immortality An old man in the gateway He offers me... Immortality An old man in the gateway In return he wants only: My toes, feet, legs, stomach, chest, hands, fingers and my neck His promised: "I won't need anything any longer" I give him everything I cross threshold; sems like I've been here before The Future, the Past, the Present Oh, Did tomorrow come? Did tomorrow come? Did tomorrow come? Did tomorrow come?