
Tomorrow Turns to GrayNobody is here to seeTomorrow Turns to Gray4 years ago in Free Verse
This freshly faded dead body
Rigor mortis, fingers curled
The Grim Reaper won't let me go
As my vertebrae collapse to coal
You all will be the last to know
Yeah yeah yeah
I'll say (yeah yeah yeah)
When tomorrow
Tomorrow turns to gray.
This will be my final dawn
No more will my breath belong
Rigor mortis, fingers curled
Everything has ended wrong
Don't think I'll be here too long
Whistling my sorrow song
Yeah yeah yeah
I'll say
When tomorrow
Tomorrow turns to gray.
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