The Twenthieth Century Feast and the Millenium Hangover

War, technology and oil
 Have brought pollution, decadence and greed
 The more we take the more we fear
 The Earth surrendered to our lust for gold!
 Slaves of our voracity
 Progress has crippled our capacity
 Forever trying to simplify
 We complicate, we mistify
 The world disposable defines our creed!
 Debt, our only currency
 Constantly chained to damn economy
 Let's feed our dreams with bank accounts
 Worship the icon of the modern age!
 Chains! The Twentienth Century destroyed our faith!
 We're chained to fear!
 Even though I know it's wrong
 I don't want to sacrifice
 There's a part of me that's comfortable here
 In these niceties I drown
 I've got everything I want
 But my inner voice keeps whispering "Just let it go"
 Whatever we might do, we stand alone
 Feasting on our own flesh we won't last long
 It'd be hard to recognize
 All the damage, all the lies
 Why would I want to observe the product I've become?
 If I have to pay a price
 Why redeem my faulty life?
 I'll take everything, for here and now is all I've got
 Whatever we make up, we stand alone
 Shadows on a wall aren't the real scene
 We must break the
 Chains! The Twentieth Century debauched our age!
 We conquered all!
 Leaving the Earth profaned, our garbage spread!
 I can't believe it hasn't been enough!
 I don't know why I was born
 But it's been so short a ride
 If I died now I would leave a worthless legacy
 I guess comfort isn't much
 If compared to what it costs
 Should I sacrifice or should I turn on
 ...my new plasma screen?