The End of the Century

Sometimes I just wanna fly
Sometimes I just wanna die
Life is so full of dichotomy
It's so plain to see
The only sane choice is insanity

[?] (Insanity)
[?]
Won't you please forgive me? (Insanity)
[?]
Won't you please forgive me?

Welcome to the land of plenty
We're 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

[?] (Before you die)
[?]
Won't you please forgive me? (Before you die)
[?]
Won't you please forgive me?

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 goddamn thing we need?
Everything 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
By your eyes
By your eyes

You can't feel the rain fall down
When you're locked in a box, nailed to the ground
And the muffled cries for help are the only sound
The only sound (sound, sound)
The only sound, sound, sound
The only sound, sound, sound
The only sound (sound, sound)