As I get older Ideals fade away Doubts get bolder My fears learn to stray The stars lose meaning Future condenses past Yet I want for nothing In the age of glass The vetted mason Of subsequential dreams Primes the mover Born to hatch the scheme The city set defects As they learn to dance But there is no evil In the age of glass A planet cascades Through times of seamless gloom A mirthless quasar The rock, the beast, the new From death perspective All moves like fields of grass 'Cause time's still solid In the age of glass You forgo changes At the haste of your demise The quantum switchblade Made of the gods' reprise But logic sculptures Are harsh and Efficut But there are always winners In the age of glass The bull moves slowly The seamstress tames her class The fractured touch stone The blink of backlog tasks The symbiotics go Kaleidoscopic Ideas turn myopic In the age of glass As years get shorter I see a wiser way Old men have oceans As humans have their fields of days Our wealth comes chiefly On how we choose to last 'Cause there are no riches In the age of glass In the age of glass In the age of glass In the age of glass In the age of glass