Close your eyes
And begin to sleep
Dream of something closer to reality


Your whole life
I've got a story to tell

Look in the mirror
And what do you see
Your whole life

Trying to impress your friends
But after death
What's next?

Money, Power, Fame
A cool job nice clothes
But after death

Where will all that go?
Trying to impress your friends
Your whole life


This generation waiting on for the fruits,
Of our labor to ferment you've worked in vain,

They've matured long enough,
You'll be drunk with them,
Pry your eyes open I fear to dream


Close your eyes
And begin to sleep