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!