If there was tomorrow I would not sit here with a gun If there was tomorrow The presence might not pull us down Undo the screaming Of counless souls Repay the aching Of my memory I'm pouring the salt in my wounds also yours Devouring the good left in us Gather us Condemn us Shatter us Bury us Go Get to know Where we go Where's the point Where we will Sore Myself Eternal Void That purifies Criminal Resisting the joy Living In the doubt of destiny Devouring The good left in us