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