Fifteen End of the Century Letras:
Sometimes I just want to Fly, Sometimes I just
want to Die Life is so full of dichotomy, It's so
plain to see The only sane choice is insanity
Welcome to the land of plenty, We are all so busy
In our quest for permanence, we lose sight of the
relative unimportance, of our conquest to see who
can produce the most trash Before you Die Welcome
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to the end of the century, Life is so easy
Wouldn't it be nice, if we could find a
compromise, between technology And the well being
of the Earth that grants us every goddamed thing
we need You can't see the sun rise When the
buildings have grown too tall to see the skies And
the smog is too thick to be pierced by your eyes
You can't feel the rain come down When you're
locked in a box, nailed to the ground And the
muffled cries for help are the only sound
Letras: End of the Century Fifteen [final]