Who told you there will be tomorrow
That you can face another day
That you will make it, safe and sound
Out of this roller-coaster fray
That graceful dance of deadly beauties
Will leave you perfectly unscathed
That your castles built of sand
Were meant to prosper and to last
Caught in-between this fervent crossfire
Waiting for the other shoe to drop
Who told you you'll be free to walk
And won't be framed, led on and cropped
That you won't fall into the free-fall
Stunned, disrupted and infringed
Crumbling down, reduced to pieces
All senses hanging on one hinge
That you won't loose the sight of future
Blinded by the blazing rage
When all your dreams burn to the ground
Leaving bitter taste of sage
That walking icy path of truth
You won't slip, skid and fall
Who told you, though, my precious darling
That I won't save you from it all