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!