Текст песни fifteen - End of the Century
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Sometimes I just want to Fly, Sometimes I just want to DieLife is so full of dichotomy, It`s so plain to seeThe only sane choice is insanityWelcome to the land of plenty, We are all so busyIn our quest for permanence, we lose sight of the relativeunimportance, of our conquest to see who can produce the most trashBefore you DieWelcome to the end of the century, Life is so easyWouldn`t it be nice, if we could find a compromise, between technologyAnd the well being of the Earth that grants us every goddamed thing we needYou can`t see the sun riseWhen the buildings have grown too tall to see the skiesAnd the smog is too thick to be pierced by your eyesYou can`t feel the rain come downWhen you`re locked in a box, nailed to the groundAnd the muffled cries for help are the only sound