Shapes of things before my eyes
Just help me to despise
Will time make men more wise
Here, within my lonely frame
My eyes just hurt my brain
Will time make men more sane
Come tomorrow, will I be older
Come tomorrow, maybe a soldier
(Now listen)
Come tomorrow, maybe I'm older than today
(Listen to this)
Here within my lonely frame,
My eyes just hurt my god darn brain.
Will time make men more sane