I used to be a sweet and innocent child
See the world in pictures of black and white
Now it’s all fading into one big crazy
Twenty first century attitude
I can’t move I can’t sit still
Positives and negatives are making me ill
I can’t speak but I’m not dumb
I might look like a hero but I feel like a bum
Into the twenty first century, a schizophrenic virtuality
Into the twenty first century, I’m bitter… I’m twisted… I’m cynical me
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you really want?
Is this what you really want from me?
Into the Twenty First Century
I saw the best minds of a generation
Dial up destruction with needles and guns
I saw the blue sneakers, the blood stained carpet
The media smiled, it got what it wanted
Into the twenty first century, a schizophrenic virtuality
Into the twenty first century, I’m bitter… I’m twisted… I’m cynical me
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you really want?
Is this what you really want from me?
Into the Twenty First Century