作曲 : Elizondo, Trott, Webb, Webb
  He was hardcore
 Hardcore, futuristic junkie
 Living on concepts
 Fatalist
 Mr BS has seen our destiny
 Thinking we're faceless
 
 We've read your heavy weather
 I cannot tell whether you really care
 Are we going somewhere?
 
 We'll try to make tomorrow now
 In this life together
 We'll try to make it real somehow
 Oh yea
 
 She was desperate
 Desperately seeking her pleasure
 Dressed up like Bowie
 Vivian, watching the past on old videos
 Can't face the future
 
 I know she loves her pleasure
 I cannot tell whether you really care
 Are we going nowhere?
 
 We'll try to make tomorrow now
 Despite the pressure
 We'll try to make it real somehow
 In this life together
 We'll try to make it real somehow
 Oh yea
 
 I'm not the type to tell you what you should be doing right now
 Instead of reaching no one maybe you should compromise the way you're sending messages
 And figure out some other way
 
 We'll try to make tomorrow now
 Despite the pressure
 We'll try to make it real somehow
 And make it better
 We'll try to make tomorrow now
 In this life together
 We'll try to make it real somehow
 Oh yea