There is no more tomorrow, no more running away in solace toward the future, that tomorrow will be a better day, that everything will work out fine. There is no more escape in the fact that we'd be able to pick up the pieces some other day;

For years, we have been protected by the prospect of the second chance, the prospect of the comeback kid, but there is no acceptance to back down now; Because we are too far forgone too far gone too far forsaken.

For the 17 good years we fought for a tomorrow.

We fought to get where we are now, but whatever scars we bear, bear nihil. We fought by believing in a better next day. And tomorrow we will fight; the day after we will fight, with every last rhythm and every last breath;

we fight for a tomorrow, and every tomorrow after that.