see the fight, old men crying, deny their ruin.
watch them try. the cynic laughs at the optimist´s closed eyes.
darkness falls, curtain calls, the cynic´s beer soon overflows.
other watches, has a drink, and from the same cup,
they drink
i´m doin´ time, how long i don´t know.
william had 26, blew his brains out, now look at him.
john had only one, watch the mother mourn her only son.
i´m doin´ time, how long i don´t know.
i´ll kiss goodbye my brain and body
and go to sleep for generations.
and go to sleep for generations.
salvation:
cease concentration.
you´ll only lose the fight.
don´t tell me what´s wrong or right!
you´re losing sight.
you´re just gonna die anyway!