It all started like this
A crap basement and cheap amplifiers, buzzing so loud they made our ears bleed.
We had no idea where we were heading to but basically yeah, tomorrow has started that day.
We blew tubes, torn speakers, cracked cymbals, broke so many strings and sticks.
We banged our heads, so hard, until it ached
We then chose to open the door and get outside. No one, not even us knew who we were, but we've been told tommorow starts today.
We practiced, again and again, torn our finger tips and nails, broke the locks that kept us in cage.
This is the only way we've found to feel alive and yeah, we're glad tomorrow starts today.