Yesterday's Headlines - Good Riddance

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 just like rain we can’t keep from falling