Today my strength felt sufficient,
I drank the vile full of wrath.
I know I should be omniscient,
I feel my sanity go fast.
Anger's a fever that burns inside
and now my death has been prophesized.
Raging at tomorrow,
wasting all of my todays.
Raging at tomorrow
in this self-infected pain.
Too scared to open the curtains,
afraid to go out the door.
The hour's end is uncertain so
why even try anymore?
I know that nothing will be all right,
there's not a thing proving otherwise.
Raging at tomorrow,
wasting all of my todays.
Raging at tomorrow
in this self-infected pain.