20th Century Boys

Living in the 20th century, I wonder
What the hell is going on with me?
Clinging to predictions of the future,
It hurts, it hurts, but I won't let go.

Time's anesthesia
Is voting in my brain.

The freezer's empty,
And today’s sunset
Is falling beyond the horizon.

In the end, she laughed
And I doubt it,
This fake love
Is gone, 20th century boy.
If I could just be alone.

I got mummified in the second dimension,
In a magazine of political bullshit.
Irrelevant stories,
But if tomorrow comes,
With some kind of magic,
Floating like raindrops in the air.

On top of the preposterous,
I doubt this mixed miracle.
These feelings I can't handle,
Let go, 20th century boy.

The sirens echoed in the morning streets,
If I could just run across the intersection.

In the end, she laughed
And I doubt it,
This fake love
Is gone, 20th century boy.

On top of the preposterous,
I doubt this mixed miracle.
These feelings I can't handle,
Let go, 20th century boy.

If I could just be alone,
If I could just be alone,
If I could just be alone,
If I could just be alone.