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Running short on imagination Still we waste it all on words Spoken without the benefit of our minds The candle burns the edges fray Our best intentions waste away And everybody loves the things you've done And on and on and on Life appears weightless For everyone but me This world grows heavier every day Deterioration Growing old before my time Nobody cares never mind We all prey on our vain condition And the hopelessness of it all These days there's nothing We can trust The dreams we made we've seen them face Trampled by our sad parade Yet we're so pleased with what we've done And on and on and I'm done The mind breaks down when it dies Our machines doubled in size To orchestrate the grand collapse I see us all trapped in its path There was a time we were unbound As if we're never hit the ground But