Tytuł: End of the Century

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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 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