Tomorrow's Echo

(Verse 1) I envision the forthcoming, a vision austere, Ensnared within the ceaseless, cyclical sphere. A semblance of purpose, now but a specter's dream, Once vibrant, now adrift in the stream. A voice once resonant, now muted, subdued, Ensnared by obedience, a servitude imbued. I comply, a puppet in the grand design, Yearning for liberation, yet tethered to the line. (Chorus) Every day is exactly the same, Caught in this loop, there's no one to blame. No love to hold, no pain to mend, existence null, In this realm of echoes, where time never bends, We march sheep to the cull. (Verse 2) Their eyes, they watch, with silent gaze, As I navigate this prison, I've lost my way. Moments of happiness, fleeting and rare, A facade of joy, a mask I wear. The origin's lost, the end foreseen, A script repeated, a tragic scene. I scribble on paper, a desperate plea, Hidden away, hoping you might see. Chorus: Every day is exactly the same, Caught in this loop, there's no one to blame. No love to hold, no pain to mend, existence null, In this realm of echoes, where time never bends, We march sheep to the cull. Bridge: I'm still here, beneath the shell, A whisper of self, I can barely tell. Wishing for change, for a different view, But stuck in this cycle, I'm lost in the brew. Chorus: Every day is exactly the same, Caught in this loop, there's no one to blame. No love to hold, no pain to mend, existence null, In this realm of echoes, where time never bends, We march sheep to the cull. e. I'm lost in the brew. (*Long Solo*) Chorus: Every day is exactly the same, Caught in this loop, there's no one to blame. No love to hold, no pain to mend, existence null, In this realm of echoes, where time never bends, We march sheep to the cull. e. Outro: Every day, it echoes, just the same, But somewhere deep within, I'll stake my claim. Yearning for love, and the end of this chain, In the echoes of sameness, I'll find my refrain.