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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 Aus Songtexte Mania