Doing Time

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 seat, and from the same cup, they drink I'm doing 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 doing 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