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

Dream of something closer to reality