Running short on imagination Its cause we wasted all our words Spoken without the benefit of our minds The kettle burns, the edges framed Our best detentions waste away And everybody loves the things we've done and on, and on, and on Loving is waitless for everyone but me This world grows heavier everyday Deterioration, growin' old before my time Nobody cares, never mind We all pray on a vain condition and the hoplessness of it all These days there's nothing we can trust The tridies we make, we've seen them fake To rebelled by or evaporate Yet we're so pleased with what we've done, and on, and on, and I've done Loving is waitless for everyone but me This world grows heavier everyday Deterioration, growin' old before my time Nobody cares The mind breaks down when it dies Our machines double in size To work us straight the grand collapse I see us all trapped in its path There was a time we were unbound As if we've never hit the ground Or just like when we can't keep on fallin'