Like A Mother

I guess that's it for this boyHe'll never write againSomething tells me I've been here beforeAnd so long to apocalyptic visions in this headI'm going on to bigger and better thingsCause I'm tiredLike they were tiredLike a Mother, she knows what tired meansAt the end of my centuryWe are all the authors of our own destructionHelp me to take what has been done hereAnd put this into focusI've got a vision that's feeding on meThis dirty ambition you seeCall it lack of perceptionProblems lie in how we look upon everythingOr is it that we haven't learned to seeThat simple vision with two eyes shows us nothingAnd nothing's quite the color that it seemsI'm going crazy like they went crazyGoing slowly - no much quicker than you thinkAt the end of my century