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
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