Shapes Of Things

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 Im older than today
Listen to this
Here within my lonely frame
My eyes just hurt my goddamn brain
Will time make men more sane?