|
I guess that's it for this boy |
|
He'll never write again |
|
Something tells me |
|
I've been here before |
|
And so long to apocalyptic visions in this head |
|
I'm going on to bigger and better things |
|
Cause I'm tired |
|
Like they were tired |
|
Like a Mother, she knows what tired means |
|
At the end of my century |
|
We are all the authors of our own destruction |
|
Help me to take what has been done here |
|
And put this into focus |
|
I've got a vision that's feeding on me |
|
This dirty ambition you see |
|
Call it lack of perception |
|
Problems lie in how we look upon everything |
|
Or is it that we haven't learned to see |
|
That simple vision with two eyes shows us nothing |
|
And nothing's quite the color that it seems |
|
I'm going crazy like they went crazy |
|
Going slowly - no much quicker than you think |
|
At the end of my century |
