Música do BioTerra: Front 242 - Rhythm Of Time

No, I can't see tomorrow when I close my eyesThere is no tomorrow, my gift is of no use
What's the horse on the shore waiting for?
See, today wears a mask, today is a shadowToday is meant to drag down, shelter and devourToday is a gift fading beforehandToday is a feast ending too early
Break: Albeit unseen, albeit unveiledThere's a troublemakerHiding heavy secrets
If I don't see tomorrow then it must be blackIt's a land of sorrow full of deadened groansTomorrow has no colors, it feels like the nightIt's a pile of cinders instead of a fireThey did raze tomorrow to the ground