[Intro (spoken)] We were promised a future, we were promised a choice, Now we're learning the price for our voice. [clean electric guitar, melodic bass, tight dry drums, restrained synth pad] [Verse 1 We used to speak about tomorrow As if tomorrow could be bought, Now every promise has a deadline, Every silence has a cost. Chorus We were promised a future, we were promised control, But a comfortable life can still hollow the soul. Verse 2 The headlines change, the language doesn't, The numbers climb, the numbers fall, A minister rehearses his reasons, A contractor measures the wall. The cameras arrive after midnight, The questions are carefully phrased, Everybody knows what happened, Nobody knows who should be blamed. Chorus We were promised a future, we were promised control, But a comfortable life can still hollow the soul. [Bridge — bass and drums continue, guitars drop back] Maybe we're not lost, Maybe we've learned to wait. Maybe every door we left unopened Was mistaken for our fate. [Instrumental break — clean guitar melody over walking bass] Verse 3 Tomorrow isn't coming for us, Tomorrow's already here, In the compromises we accepted, In the habits built from fear. We call it being practical, We call it keeping peace, But every time we lower our eyes, Something disappears. Final Chorus If we were promised a future, then let it begin With the courage to question the world we're living in. Outro And when the first light finds our soul, And the darkness starts to change, We'll have one more chance to leave here, Before the silence ends this game [Clean guitar repeats the opening motif; bass holds one final note; drums stop abruptly.]
