Maybe tomorrow

In a world where shadows linger,

Lies dance beneath the silver lights,

Whispers hide the truth they render,

Bastards play their wicked rites.

Who's the victim, who's the thief?

Maybe tomorrow, we’ll break these chains,

But today’s a symphony of silent pains,

Wokery lingers, a haunting tune,

In the ashes of the fading moon.

Illusions painted, wrath ignited,

Bad intentions seal your fate,

A requiem for dreams divided,

Tomorrow's hope lies in a crate.

Genius is dead tonight, they say.

Maybe tomorrow, we’ll break these chains,

But today’s a symphony of silent pains,

Wokery lingers, a haunting tune,

In the ashes of the fading moon.

In the darkness, we'll find our way,

But for now, we’re lost in yesterday.